Lost in a hypocritical soiree of hypothetical what ifs?
Wandering in a state of illogical rubbish?
'Les you be stumped by a slight-of-hand trick....
'Les you be swallowed whole by a
Svengali with mind gimmicks....
'Les you be duped....
'Les you be....
Fill in the blank up there,
for the time is here
if you so
choose to forego
the melancholy blues
and grays and
storms in general. Speak
of lyrics true in the reign of Jehovah.
For the time has drawn near
and the hypothetical is now:
Blissful jubilation is here now:
Hypocrisies cease to be here