…you want it, you got it, you have it, you get some

Bring your coat of sheltered lore you can hang it with the keeper at the door. 

Greet and meat and feast the vastness that could far eclipse our existence

Carnal weapons of harnessing glee lost to the wretched seas of endless shame.

Whence does the forward flock flow in the rain crowing the death of a billion suns

When the wizard waves their wand do the shockwaves splinter the flesh from stone

Writhing in the slime has naught but thyme to season the year with fall or spring

How far to the place you miss when you are cold, can feel so bold, reject getting old

care to dare with the man, stood proud now slumps in the corner of mediocrity

Have we as a collective ignored the calls to revert or adapt the glue broken in our bond

Dress your best for success play first class exit the consciousness, brown shoes brown coat brown out brown nose

Coat, hat, shoes, cane