wept for Jar-Jar

and started falling.

I went for

the blaster rifle

and kept shooting

the Gungan at

close distance. Intestines

flew, as I

had bad diarrhea.

Lifeday was coming.

The Wookiee resurgence

made me sad.

Because they had

Short little armpits

. Jar-Jar died slowly.

His dying words,

lost to time

because nobody cared.

Luke: " I c a r e ... "

“ ... for blue milk.”

Decorations were prepared

and they rocked....

back and forth

while under fire

glazed ceiling tiles.