A Rhythmic Rant

What lay’s buried in my memory Is my memory sometimes lies Bloody Mary quite contrary The canary quickly dies Now the monkey’s in the middle You know some monkeys don’t mean jack Only if you meddle with a monkey With a monkey on your back You’re all set on settling changes And the hope that change can bring But if that change don’t change the outcome Then that change won’t change a thing If the proof is in the pudding Then I’m the pudding in the proof When your output starts inputting Is when your heart pumps out the truth ~Billy Hitz~