Nefelibata
The witches - those worthless wenches
Drenching the arid wet with wetting the drenched dried up ways:
They meet at night for some reason
Bedevil at night for some reason
Kill and inflict affection, affectionately perhaps via sunny nightmares
Dying direly dreams
Laugh beneath the behind of the back of the bark of the big butts of the seen butts of some hidden arborary tree for some something - reason
Treason!
The clap-clap churches; Keu-keu kinds- the bad eggs amid 'em do deceit
Preaching preachers preaching peeping peoples' pockets to pick with pow'r
Inquire,
They'd long-list lists; least reasons;
Their good eggs do gaunt to hills
Mounts, supplicate solidly - sweat sweet sweat praying; praying to pray
Delivering
Settling familiar issued issues
Or afraid of being a big bait or Belzebub's prey;
That, for some reason.
Thieves with their killer sticks' preter-patter and peter boom-boom bombs - beans balls and big burnt boo
Too
Rush, very ably, conscious, angrily calm and aptly stilthy
Packs the bags flap-flap, shootin' all in blind
They did theirs on some ground - reason.
Governors govern - waggle plenitude promises with fucated fake smiles
Then they go glutton for paper lucre
The pensioneers' props and the masses money
In some one lonely sack then the clangings, clapings of golden cups
With chiefly whiteman's wine winning same to the brim
Laughs like bar flies do
We'll run again
They are voting us in again,
Theirs for some reason.
Every faculty of life with its weltanschauung to merit it make sense
So even a madman marching in rail lines has reasons for doing so
At times you find it hard to blame
When or when no reasons fill up the floor
We should blame
We shouldn't blame
Should we blame?
On what faculty is that?
Nay, havin' no philosophy's being philosophic
How can we escape all that is meant catch us from now
From now what is meant to be is what is:
Every summer sun
Every winter even
Every spring to come
Every autumn leaving
Don't need a reason
Let it go on and on.
Mo meliorism...
Forgive n' forgo what was
Value n' accept what is
Aspire for the morrow and pro-bliss;
Doing good was ne'er bad
That is a philosophy too
Being bad is also good but too bad, good...?
We won't escape all that's meant to be
Yo, we won't
Can't...
Jodekss
The witches - those worthless wenches
Drenching the arid wet with wetting the drenched dried up ways:
They meet at night for some reason
Bedevil at night for some reason
Kill and inflict affection, affectionately perhaps via sunny nightmares
Dying direly dreams
Laugh beneath the behind of the back of the bark of the big butts of the seen butts of some hidden arborary tree for some something - reason
Treason!
The clap-clap churches; Keu-keu kinds- the bad eggs amid 'em do deceit
Preaching preachers preaching peeping peoples' pockets to pick with pow'r
Inquire,
They'd long-list lists; least reasons;
Their good eggs do gaunt to hills
Mounts, supplicate solidly - sweat sweet sweat praying; praying to pray
Delivering
Settling familiar issued issues
Or afraid of being a big bait or Belzebub's prey;
That, for some reason.
Thieves with their killer sticks' preter-patter and peter boom-boom bombs - beans balls and big burnt boo
Too
Rush, very ably, conscious, angrily calm and aptly stilthy
Packs the bags flap-flap, shootin' all in blind
They did theirs on some ground - reason.
Governors govern - waggle plenitude promises with fucated fake smiles
Then they go glutton for paper lucre
The pensioneers' props and the masses money
In some one lonely sack then the clangings, clapings of golden cups
With chiefly whiteman's wine winning same to the brim
Laughs like bar flies do
We'll run again
They are voting us in again,
Theirs for some reason.
Every faculty of life with its weltanschauung to merit it make sense
So even a madman marching in rail lines has reasons for doing so
At times you find it hard to blame
When or when no reasons fill up the floor
We should blame
We shouldn't blame
Should we blame?
On what faculty is that?
Nay, havin' no philosophy's being philosophic
How can we escape all that is meant catch us from now
From now what is meant to be is what is:
Every summer sun
Every winter even
Every spring to come
Every autumn leaving
Don't need a reason
Let it go on and on.
Mo meliorism...
Forgive n' forgo what was
Value n' accept what is
Aspire for the morrow and pro-bliss;
Doing good was ne'er bad
That is a philosophy too
Being bad is also good but too bad, good...?
We won't escape all that's meant to be
Yo, we won't
Can't...
Jodekss
