Numbers Game

Never the size of the bet that matters
Flag tatters
Distorted vision til your rose glasses shatter
Cake batter up
Slinging oven-baked home runs
Grab all your guns
And head to the bunker
Best to hunker down for now and funk her
Should've gotten cash for that clunker
Too late
Thundering booms creating tombs
Of men and women who didn't get far from the Womb

Taking shots like ink blots
Only this Rorschach ink is red
Maybe dead
Baby, gotta get these thoughts out of my head
The regret
Of moving a finger ever so slightly
Struck down the mighty
Struck down the mighty

Before considerations of repercussions could kick in
Not like swinging a blade
Triggers don't take much commitment
Grazers turn to gazers and their lazer eyes
Sickened
Glare at the headlights
As the plot thickened

And so I was quick to exit the vehicle of this bullshit
Though, I'm not prepared to start
I sure as shit won't quit

Stickin' a fork in me, I'm done
For pickin' apart this fun
Time, your gettin' a lickin' for kickin'
Around chickens and clowns
This is a Shakespearean beat down
Aliens frown when they get abducted from the town

Saturate this filth with neon tide pods
Wonder what's for dessert
Oh yeah
It's a fried cod
While Gods look down with raised eyebrows
And say "How odd"

Oddities
Bizarreties
A beautiful kinda weird
That makes you, you
And me, me

Barraged by memes that belong latrines
Though, they cannot hear the screams
Beneath the sheet of feces
Why don't the believe me when I
Cry wolf and tell tall tales
Howls and hoots and wails
As pale as this pale o'water with which they hoped to put out this fire
Only, water quenches flame's thrist
And fuels the desire
To aspire to bigger brighter better things
Demonic legislation conspires from the smoke
Of their fires

Screeching tires
Peeling out
Carry me down the road
To let these feelings out
And about
Night on the town turns to burning it down
We shall bask in the skyline
Orange are its highlights
This is the new nightlight

Now, go to sleep
But don't sleep with closed eyes
Cause in the back of their minds
A parasite called art gives rise
To anything we can conceive
We can believe
And forgotten people can feel redeemed
Restitch the seems of their
Realities
Mold this earth to our liking
And roll round acting like space vikings
Keep and conquer
Left to rot
While the horse trots
And thought bots
Corrupt those caught in their web
So hot
Run like blood that just won't clot
Go to stores where we get bought by
Government agencies
Theoretical conspiracies
Unethical contingencies
Proposed by prophetical lunatics
Alphabets
Outdated
Numeralogical
Frequencies
Define us as we know
Define what we know
As life

Don't let number define you