As a new one approaches and the old is put to rest
Let gods let there be lights and let's all for the best
hope and joke and up the choke and croak cause it's a test
of life and mine is all but shining eyes and rhymes to mess
A mess of shreds and beds and shards and cuts and mutts and bruises
Of nooses tied too loosely, loosen, lose them, try to lose me
A mess of threads and colors weave and wed and I get woozy
Of noodles dropped into the loop of soups; I'll find a muse here
Hello, hello there and have some tact
crack, track and react, blackjack's far too fond of that
Backtrack, I'll be back before the muses crack
Cracked acts reveal that there's something that I lack
Is it love is it fear is it something in my ear
Could it be what I need is right in front of me
Klee, clee, cliche, bless bless you you sneeze of death
Arrest this mess and let the rest attest to what is best
Unless there's nothing left.
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