Ready & in Range

All these rules about the universe,

But who wrote them?

Miss Universe?

Where is she hiding in this multi verse?

They said: store in a dark and cool place,

So I smoked it,

Then stored it in my brain,

Protected like a pretty face,

Yes I love the taste,

Why let that go to waste?

When it’s better to get lost in her waist,

I want it all, so just copy paste,

The storms will never stop, only change,

So just keep going, cause Things are Strange,

Send the next one, I am ready, and in range.