Tractors For Russia
walking the way of the freckle face boy
one and only one verdict comes to mind
nobody knows who is calling the shots
various factions reluctant to spill the beans
well things have a force of their own
a constant reminder for Prince Bingo
jackpoteer to the crowned heads of Europe
the shibboleth at the end of the gallery
swatting his kabob of 5 ruby scepter
optical organ of an animate being
at the angry sparrows circling his head
in order to act you must know the game board
blindness not being a desirable avocation
safe bet your conclusions are erroneous
naught in one eye naught in the other
one meaning one instant another the next
meanwhile the scalar magnitudes whir and clank
raising the alarm in all the dank cellars
location location location all is comparison
according to reports from the lunatic fringe
self-proclaimed artisans of the next Golden Age
just around the corner any day now
a tall order obviously a job for Hollywood
an acre of advertising space and bingo
geopolitical turmoil none of it random
speaking for the spirits of the trampled
having fallen upon the Fangs of Gargantua
making us all want a life made merry
needle of the good-o-meter pegged in the red
but how can the numbers ever be pretty
if the dark blast mechanics get to them first
one is then prompted to often inquire
what is the reality behind the reality
for enthroned spiritual loan sharks
charging usurious access fees
to the playground of abuse
when atoms come together
in a forced manner
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