Forecast

 

I

People soar to the East, lunge through the West;

Grapple their hooks at North, while leisurely South.

The ante was set at half-life, the hand was Contest;

trying to TCG in TPR seeing the stocks plummet!

When bored minds put knowledge on top of Sloth;

Wisdom thrown at the carpet, to make way to Cloth;

until all cups filled vinegar, all bread Wormwood fret.

II

Pressure the scarcity, make Conflict roam the markets;

respond to stimuli, seeking the clarity of weights.

Mene Tekel, for the values overcome targets;

Galvanic elements make chocolate to soap outlets.

When root-beer diluted with water, each teacher a sleight;

hands talking to be cast down on the pulpit straight!

When too much freedom, make yokes obsolete nets.

III

Dollar, Dollar, Quarter, penny – don't gaze the static;

make your own journey. White noise, black pills –

recipe to loose your sanity, then formulas plastic.

Experts know nothing, for their wits stagnant flux;

become like the void, diagonally parallel chill,

horizontal vertical, compressed to Tesseract I Will!

The Angel of Ezekiel, Tengu in sky, Kitsune-Hime NUX.

IV

Fall into your insanity and navel your folded nuts;

Civilisations rise and fall, like a bear trampling

on the excess, as their three mounds eat, thrash, gut!

Why dost people seek wisdom, enlightenment to boot?

Kong-Fuzi dost hearken to Lao Zi; Liondog hates things;

scarecrows trying to be Oni, while no control of 9 rings!

Those, who glimpse the void, harvest Epiphanies sut.

V

Like ash on your mouth, then you couldn't catch em all;

not Ketchum yet, people cash in all kinds of fellowship.

Today, your digicode say Agumon, tomorrow Garuru gall;

until the Cherrymon makes you Puppetmon for the stall.

Seethe the Rashomon, as Kagemusha Genisha their hips;

while never lost their head, to bring their heart on top.

Minds are bad Masters but good servants of a servant ya'all!