Nov 2016
Adventures in Decent Music
I swerve and careen among universal minds aggregated at the lode of a touchstone bride
A Potemkin village of a pillage to pillory but never to grind
So whet and wet the desiccation of distant future plight
Moribund with the distractions of aimed secrecy hidden in plainest sight
Imbibe the bluish glaze of softened confection
Razors are Occam’s without seminal defection
They praise my words before they are spoken
Wheels fork over bifurcated lesions before the chosen ones are token
Frisk and foment, risk and moment, all consequence is the same destiny
All robbers gravel is gravely disabled calumny
Doormat cleaver brandished by Eddie the Eagle
Trying to distance humanity from precious Smeagel
Fluttering like a poltroon rather than a lampoon
Mustering the might of nations an OK often said way too soon
The tribesman and people from other lands, amputate the appendages some might consider hands
The humanoid sentience of genetic malfeasance gets scientism an ace even poker that pokes has no better mandatory land
Drivel rinks that cushion the gelid ice and the imbroglio of three mice blind and thrice wine price
We cannot surmount the cretinism of a sycophant society
We cannot use erasure for swallowed decency
****** sprinkle riddle spar how I wonder when you are
How I wonder where you were, who I wonder is known to have known for sure
Buried six feet deep or two yards off the left tackle
The tight end is tighter than the noose appended to rabble
Charlatan trim conceals a memorialized hymn
Of the feral clippers and their zephyrs browsing the lot of sin
So climb with me, notch by notch, up the butterscotch ladder
**** and Wing spin the doctors grouch, and a kangaroo has too many wielded sentients to embosom each pouch
Rescue the tyrant from the tyranny of the forgotten’
Rescue the trident from the flippers that pinball is verboten
Everyone or no one has fangs
***** the abducted humans who versify my integrity with mysterious injections
Twice bitten, temporal anesthesia is quite crude
Sharp traversed pain collapsed like the unrefined Croods
But yet I awaken to dawning answers on alpenglow sunsets
A prospect of regal license and craven bets
To the moon and back, I’ll be back in time for truth
I’ll be forward in time for loot
I swerve and careen among universal minds aggregated at the lode of a touchstone bride
A Potemkin village of a pillage to pillory but never to grind
So whet and wet the desiccation of distant future plight
Moribund with the distractions of aimed secrecy hidden in plainest sight
Imbibe the bluish glaze of softened confection
Razors are Occam’s without seminal defection
They praise my words before they are spoken
Wheels fork over bifurcated lesions before the chosen ones are token
Frisk and foment, risk and moment, all consequence is the same destiny
All robbers gravel is gravely disabled calumny
Doormat cleaver brandished by Eddie the Eagle
Trying to distance humanity from precious Smeagel
Fluttering like a poltroon rather than a lampoon
Mustering the might of nations an OK often said way too soon
The tribesman and people from other lands, amputate the appendages some might consider hands
The humanoid sentience of genetic malfeasance gets scientism an ace even poker that pokes has no better mandatory land
Drivel rinks that cushion the gelid ice and the imbroglio of three mice blind and thrice wine price
We cannot surmount the cretinism of a sycophant society
We cannot use erasure for swallowed decency
****** sprinkle riddle spar how I wonder when you are
How I wonder where you were, who I wonder is known to have known for sure
Buried six feet deep or two yards off the left tackle
The tight end is tighter than the noose appended to rabble
Charlatan trim conceals a memorialized hymn
Of the feral clippers and their zephyrs browsing the lot of sin
So climb with me, notch by notch, up the butterscotch ladder
**** and Wing spin the doctors grouch, and a kangaroo has too many wielded sentients to embosom each pouch
Rescue the tyrant from the tyranny of the forgotten’
Rescue the trident from the flippers that pinball is verboten
Everyone or no one has fangs
***** the abducted humans who versify my integrity with mysterious injections
Twice bitten, temporal anesthesia is quite crude
Sharp traversed pain collapsed like the unrefined Croods
But yet I awaken to dawning answers on alpenglow sunsets
A prospect of regal license and craven bets
To the moon and back, I’ll be back in time for truth
I’ll be forward in time for loot
