Poem: They Just Keep Comin'

They Just Keep Comin'

Clack Clack Clack

The Trains

Just keep comin'

Mr. King

Can you hear me now?

The riddle is a red line

Out logic-ed your

Nightmare train

Oh it's a trick

Alright

Blaine-Blaine-Blaine

Believe-Believe-Believe

Phantom Dj's misinform

It is in the very script.

Humans

Can't really be that bad

Our nature

Childlike

Wants to play

(see exception to rule 101)

Our government

A massive money-management company

Death and taxes.

The train of mass hysteria

Rolls through

Blasting whistles

It's on the way

“Storm approaching” it says.

Oh its a tricky slide

of hand

The shell game arrives

At any time

Suddenly

Things LOOK

Dufferent

Kind-of all the same.

That feeling

Like 'oh no'

Frost flowers exploding

Release bromine

Destroying atmosphere.

And you are correct

If you feel that way

You are correct

This is no illusion.

It will be dark for a while

The only way to catch a thief.

If you feel

This is shaking your

Reality

A little too much

Take shelter

Stand far away from the tracks

Trust in something

Pray for the sun to rise

The next morning

It is Passover, baby

The Angels have arrived.