Coooouuuld, you sell me the black market?
I would daily skin a bear to trait you for it.
won’t endure a night shut in,
The Town be the butter on my bread
Some libraries, some are Riots
Whose parents should take a hike and double-take in the Sights
Look at them wasting time so precious
Get-ting stodgy, plodding a-lonnggg...
Everrrr, adding bits of others to myself
Coming to an understanding, not to waste my time like the rest
What I do so esoteric
Only to special souls I’ll ever trade life with!
The clothing’s classy, no simply sassy
And the cheer is merely cloning
I suggest we’re looking at The Proud one
Whom has been filled with itself
Upon a Time I was looking
Look back we are, at a sort-of-compenSatan
Looking right down through a rabbit-hole
For bouncy Grooves that don’t belong to earth.
Youth books it to squeeze what it is that will dare squirm or jiggle
Knowing it’s quite fruitless the whole time
Quicker than the hand when it comes to Stopping
will never be the eye
In this exotic mind-control lived I long
for it felt so Brisk & Active
This can’t be happening to me
I seemed impressive VrrooOming!!! at top speed
If only one would have come to tell me
Surely I’d have heard them out!
Could it be it’s too late for me
Or is all life ‘bout second chances?
Grope first evidences of creation, it’ll psyche yourself into consternation
Could it finely streak ‘front-of the carefree eye?
Who can lay their finger on clear-cut answer
For me, display how blobs stay sep-a-rate to their matter?
Beatific, Ho! it’s Zien’tific!
how it overlaps but does not together bleed
I ask, what kind of canvas these physics be print on?
The mind is our journey not for enjoyment
The one employment ‘bove the beasties’ condition
is intricated, room-in-ative thinkin’
I used to need to be properly Accomplished (and I don’t say that for
sure-King the response-ability)
But engrossed in the Current you might overlook a ticket free
When who accepts the fare is privileged to out-ride Hades’ hard Ships
Assured the cushy land at, t\Heir’s Destiny.
All heirs are we to Graceland if not gone so giddy that,
our Uppity Heart Fall side-tract
Bowing down to earth.