All aboard, let's go. Tickets? Please.
Please yourselves, as you will. Oh,
begin
to conduct yourselves, well.
I have got
quite a pill, here
to bitterly present!
If you swallow, that's the plan.
If you don't well, enough
bad money spent. Where's the good
money waiting 'round for? I've a plan,
one you might not yet be interested
in, sure. But pretend! It
could possibly just work.
Then you'll see! See? I want,
what I want
is
to start
substituting "trend"
in every case of "norm."
See who gets indignant, maybe? Perhaps
I do. Perhaps if I do, if it catches on,
we'd finally find normal by
embracing trendy! And if so, I'd be
fine with that. But then
I'm pretty bendy
Always was. Anyways! It's a start,
there's no rush, but no progress without
those. All those starts, with some fits
- and with possibly some throes. Plus direction!
Better chosen than just windy-day blows
raining down 'til the thunderbolt shows
us something burnt. Who knows? This
could work!
It's a start, what the hell.
But. How
do we get this "all aboard"
to swell, to sell, to engineer
a certain critical faculty-lack
base? In the masses with the asses
in the seats we want to place,
for the chase? Who do we have
here to hurt, first and who
is the last? You, my dear
Are the last one in the world
I want to hurt, but
don't worry
we'll go fast.
Let us through,
oh please do.
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