While the eighty fivers work
Their nine to fivers
Chasing the elusive dreams in the magazines
The poor righteous teachers, those perceiving fivers
Break the ciphers of the spirit snipers
I am the midnight rider
At this time Kelly is dreaming up another mad scheme
To make money off the Internet so that he can ride in a triple beam
Rasan reminisces about the mad science while renewing his license.
Clara has no cares, and Billy got rowdy when the piper said howdy.
Wily like a kufu you know not what we do
Why do you expect the devil to look after you?
But on this moonlit and foggy night as
I cycle through the mist think about what I miss
Look for a bird to hitch
At this hour the three witches cooked up a bitches brew
Macbeth gave in to his overweening ambition
But his grimy deeds killed his sleep made him weep and
Lead to an evil fruition.
I smash the icons with my steel fist
Like Abraham the son of Ham
Destroying the stones of the creators
who were prolific though their ideas were monolithic.
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