Ok twentieth,
eighth twenty twenty.
Now I wonder,
if its a land of plenty.
Got your house in order,
ducks in a row?
How’s your backups,
and your escalation show?
How’s the updates,
these defragging days.
Were out of commission,
has everyone got pays?
They’ve updated their profiles,
redefined their vision.
Setup the parameters,
databases are driven.
They don’t care,
Yet to punish with love.
How’s that checkbook going,
Anyone extending their gloves.
So were whale watching,
surfing sharks.
Accounting with robin hoods,
since these law’s – long held masks.
How’s your replications,
and duplications.
Very Political,
Correctionations.
The he said she said,
They’re older than you.
It’s in your name,
But look at your shoes.
That bias trap,
for me me me.
That fried our trap,
for glee glee glee.
So back to emulation tests,
simulations with full loads of pests.
Generation outweighing load,
capacity soaked – you’ve all been showed.
Leases, titles,
properties owned.
plagues with plaques,
famously shown.
But where’s the man,
who lives in the clouds.
Casting dispersions,
knowing no bounds.
Is he calibrating his timing bits,
wishing others would recognize hicks.
Its not that their clumsy stupid or fat,
they’ve just got no-one to scratch on their back.
No pleasant natured,
well meaning ploy.
Just money exchanged,
With a hell load of joy.
Shocked and amused,
will be what you’ll be.
When you all will discover,
You’ll’ve been missing the trees.
Busy with your marching orders,
listening to gossip,
from the stupid,
and disordered.
Not facing up,
to all the logic,
Of the glaring necessity,
in the face of an old trick.
Entertain,
Enjoy by all means.
Because when I get there,
You’ve be pissing your spleens.
You see quint essentially I’m an O,
the five’s will change historically I know.
The sixes and the sevens won’t miss out,
they’ve been there too – that I’ve got no doubt.
Now back to upgrades,
and clearing space.
Checking logs,
defining grace.
Clearing spam,
update the lists,
these are allowed,
Elitist get gifts.
Racking my mind,
on how fun it would be.
To be an elitist,
with free cups of tea.
So I worked and I worked,
and I studied their way.
Learnt all their names,
And those that they lay prey.
Learnt all the formula’s,
that burned up this land.
Right up to twenty sixteen,
When the monster numbers ran.
Enthralled and captivated,
in a mind spinning hence,
It all came to me,
in a heartbeat it made sense.
The way we work,
the way we worry,
the way we constantly capitulate,
to honey.
The way we negotiate,
the way we assert,
What the hell we like,
that’s on this earth.
The freedom to choose,
The freedom to judge.
The opinions of others,
might make them more tough.
So lets right this wrong,
see what’s left.
Start with a clean slate,
beguile and beset best.
If it wasn’t for,
conservation.
Over inflated,
hyperinflation.
Without Catholic values,
and Protestant ethics.
The pathologist reports,
still based on metrics.
So calibrate,
and perfect your plight,
there’s so many more,
who’ll stand up to fight.
Instead grab hold,
and steady yourself.
Breath in steadily,
gain ready relief.
What’s to prove,
what’s to show.
They’ll not understand,
when wrightings your wrow.
Their not your age,
your gender or race.
not your neighbour,
not even your grace.
They’re educated different,
their priorities shift.
You’re still feeling very yesterday,
Its the focus to shift.
Now in the moment,
Now is the grace.
Now is the common,
moment we’d face.
Now we ah, om
and om and ah.
we see that the focus,
is turning into a star.
leven pointed star,
we love staying here.
It’s not so easy,
There’s plenty to fear.
Two three five and seven,
leven thirteen s’vteen ny’teen.
twenty three twenty nine
thirty one.
These are some lovely,
numbers to sum.
one sixties the answer just in case,
your wondering the magic and how it might place.
Clear the head,
savor the mind.
walking’s for later,
the coffee’s now’s grind.