Simon was an engineer
Scientific stratosphere
He lost his mind long ago
And no one knew
Accumulating cult-like literature and such
Writing he wrote all his friends of what he learned of cults
Peter was an architect
One night when he went to bed
He heard knocking at his door
So he looked out
Outside he saw something crawl into his house
What now!?
Hallucinating he hunted then he dressed for work
Simon, Peter
Simon, Peter