Barkers on Corners expand the View Earth by the compass of learned,
North South East West these are the shores of the biggest bad test,
banking the verse to the taught of the chest Labels of chorus to Soldiers big mess,
now the stink is made of address all the kings pens are drying on breast,
the water is muck the brash are the best as in the Thumbs Up the fist is a bet.
Throwing down dials like the gamblers dice The Jump of remotes touch Canvas by bytes,
striking the moves with Chess stamp provide,
gaming the lives by sending demise.
No enveloping crew for that took the guise as Internet offers are greater provides,
sneaking the entry with Applications in side paying for each of every on find,
set to the spanking of Mars in the fight rockets that blast and blow in the night,
videos streaming as Minds on the fleets marking intrusions bye no more than sleep.
Closed are the eyes as the rest in deep vised,
hats on the lottery to the pick of a Greek,
torture the run by ways of the shun,
spade touches dirt in the Calendar pun.
Dates on the chains linking the burbs,
houses of Ions in the skies of the learn,
magnified by the Need of the Want,
posters in dollars the sheep on the Taunt.
Scraps of meet to the swine in the pearls,
strands of the left oaring rites on the Worlds,
spinning the Wool as fleeced sheep have bowl,
making the wheel that shapes to branching deal!!
Lead to the ball and the chain on the key,
fingers that breakneck to the snapping of see,
sparks that did ignite on the fuel,
now it's just Whom is the greatest of Tool!!
Instrumental in Format the numbers on drool,
wrist on the forehead for the ear is the spool,
spun to the eye lid in that covering gruel,
put on the latest of glasses in pool.
Look it's just the extracts of the Spice of the stool,
Nineteen eighty four in the century with adore,
invitations open to closed forums floored,
sign on to sign in the plugs in the been.
By George Shees Got-It