What do you say, When you've said, All there is to say, Yet, looking ahead, Everything, Still stands, In the way, Of logic? Quick! Have I the wit, To come up, With a bit? Making, More friends, While trying... Not to offend. What can I say, To clear the way, For understanding, Without sounding, Reprimanding? The requirements -- So demanding, Perhaps, I should just, Shut up? Let time, Lapse, Metal, rust, Let the day, Decay? No way! I'd rather spew, A line, Or, too, Anything's, Fine, If it, Helps you, For, If it helps you, It helps me, Get through, Too... Helps make it easy, For the entirety. As we head, Toward, Eternity, Will you accompany, Me? Keep me company, Along the way... I'd love to listen, To what you have to say, I prefer often, To the harsh lesson, Of absence, And, the absence, From your presence, Would be Pandemonium, That's the opposite, Direction, Of where I'm, Goin', Get it? Or, should I continue, To chat? I'd be glad, To blab, blab, blab, Ramble a mumble, Yackity yack back?
The Beatless Sense Mongers