Daddy's Little Frankenstein

A children's rhyme called Little Ponzi all our emotions are a two edged sword they can soar or mess things to high treason apparently playing evil A against evil B has paid off at the ghetto bookie parlor taking us all on the zigzag route to tomorrow because because fields of potential interact join the Navy see the world the poster goes my young ass was signed up and inducted for me by the Iceberg Clan whose head reindeer guided Santa's sleigh through the mine fields a shivver me timbers kind of iconoclast outlived a thousand slave rebellions at once inching his way to the black widow at web central thrumming upon the cables just enough to carry the code to the top of the heap the violins of August wound my heart with monotonous languor went the airwaves sails luffing in a headwind onto the beach powered by the ever present unrevealed like trying to shake a pit bull off your leg inviolate if and only if under the rubric of when your heroes come alive leaving but a single conclusion your messianic eyes are the gates of Hell look into them and wish it were otherwise they can no longer hire the best brains thresholds of knowing reached with alarm detonations in the basement breached by the Great Comet grip the railings damas y caballeros now the slow devastation of regret