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Twelve Toroidal Tesseracts
Flit through the Ethers
While the Wise avoid the fists of
Johnny "Star-Cleaver"
And the Silver Thread never does snap
it Twang-Twangs
To the turpentine touch of
the man from Mo'Wrang
As for Beelzebub's knot?
I wouldn't try it, no, not
Lest you wish to be flummoxed,
And puzzled, and rot
But encounter a man
with twelve eyes and four tongues
Beware! Beware!!
And please tally his thumbs
While great vastly much worse
is that "Wranglethorn's Curse"
It wrangles,
and tangles;
It's really the Worst!
There are those, however,
immune to its fetters
This immunity's managed
by feasting on Cheddar
Now the Cheddar's run dry
Just what are we to do?
Well, a man with a plan's just arrived
from La Roux
"Eat these Lemon-Plum Poppers.
I sell them, you see.
These Panacea Poppers
Will render you Free
If 'Free' they not render you
I'll take the hit
I'll get out of town;
Summarily dismissed!"
They say Fortune favors
The Fool, But oh please.
Most fools that I know
Were devoured by Beasts
There was one Fool though,
Claimed to not know a thing
But he'd dance and he'd laugh
and he'd hoot and he'd sing
And he'd Triple-Back Flip
and the Beasts they obeyed him
As he cartwheeled around
Seeding Jolly-Old Mayhem
But that Fool's long gone Now,
been replaced by a box
That's bulging with wires
and Buttons and Knobs
"Conundro's Cube" it's called
It confounds even the Brave
Just one look inside
And you're lost in a Maze
That's many
many many
many years in escaping
And even the stoutest will's
Soon driven crazy
Believe me, I know
I was lost in this Qube
And it's only looking back
That I know what to do
Rediscover the Phool
For he's really quite close
He says almost nothing
Whilst manning his post
In the coal mines
the wharf
the dumpster
the box
"I won't let no one through"
He says to the Boss
Just who is this Boss Man?
And Where is He? And Why?
I invite you to look,
But He's not in the sky
In your Heart's deepest pouch
the Big Boss Barks Orders
But most folk've forgotten
They think prison is Lord
But it all comes around
Like a Boomerang, you see
For none can escape
Their accounting with He
. . . and His legions