That's if you want your soul

Providence rode, I land On the island To learn its code Of conduct, as taught by Mr. Rhodes, emeritus professor of jazz, etiquette & odes He says it's like an Amorphous Z, a venomous ignominy that obfuscates your vexilology & depletes its logic, tantalizing a tarantula with ubiquitous uppity. It's the maximum malfeasance, that not even the twerp from Antwerp can't tolerate & you've to wait & weight like a nincompoop; only to finally realize that it's not real ice! where it was now saying the end & over the loudspeaker 'cause you've got the upper hand mortified & mired in mustard... & we'll stop this last snow soon as it gets here 'cause I don't know... how vindictive vultures vituperate my vitality, but i do know why Providence rode, On the island where we learn to code with such a bland lack of malice But amidst the wonders of this digital tapestry, you savor the licorice; that's why nobody was pulling them 2 down & whopping like a cartel in Lemuria, like a gland goading glaciers, 'cause you've to UNDERSTAND what happens down under. Stand for vociferous vehemency once & for all! Providence will dance & now you know it's your chance to allow your true self to enhance & take me back to Montpelier where I belong, "why they hell there?" you ask. 'Cause in this heat you' II get the slice of poison you always craved, the mental perturbation you always cherished, where cultures entwine, in a dance profound. let's make profligacy & prolocution abound, because only you've the right to control your mind. That's if you want your soul.