Wack the subway map
If you stare at it too long
Embrace telluric ventricle
If you break into a song
Or reject telluric cyber pull
If you’ve got faith
Don’t put on the ring or you’ll have to face a wraith.
Break into a song
If you’re on our team
It’s more fun to sing along
If you have a dream
No matter what your caste
You can dream yourself a blast
Tonight.
Kick a kiss at Moses
Put cher mits on Buddha
Allah is a big cheese whether parmesan or gouda.
Like Catholic and Protestant
Respectively
Ganesha’s got the modicum
Introspectively.
Break into a song
If you have a dream
I will sing along
If you keep the lyrics clean
No matter what your caste
You can dream yourself a blast
Tonight.
I operate by feeling
Ming body spirit heart
I fluctuate my timing
For breathing is an art.
Who has felt this acronym of absence,
Intestinally prying like kaleidoscopic grids
Who has kids who makes lots vids grids
Stars or chemicals on mercury
With wings and a message?
Hair on a sleeve helps me breathe or makes me sigh and flutter hairs on eyes are lullabyes.
