Odd, Weird and Radical Stories
I asked Solomon if he knows
Any new tricks the system has planned for us,
but he told me that-
"behind the scenes these closed doors,
closest's full of skeletons and lads tapping:
straight paths and chest cases hidden:
booby-traps, too opening-roofs concealers
By glass tops all the way the top;
Massive crews dressed in black and blue-
waking up from head knocks to tales"
Journeys so we tell stories...
The Sun and moon,
Gold crowns and silver tiaras
Man and woman: To kings and queens,
Higher power and the sky full of thunder
Stormy weather for beginners;
High mountains for winners:
Boys and girls playing swings and slides,
The world of grades and higher states,
Status for those cues...
Straight line for those goals...!
Long roads and tunnels,
Coupes and trucks:
carrying loads Of hard-work,
deep slumber to hard-knocks,
headlock to arm strong...
Kneel, kneel, kneel for the world-
Your Highness: your dreams,
A weird tale, odd story since I have beaten the odds.
What's the probability of prosperity?...
Does the world define your fate or
do you create your own destiny?...
I shall ask Solomon.
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