Sometimes I talk to my invisible friend, Ike
He comes from another dimension when magnetic fields spike
He rides a hydrogen fueled trike
He talks of other worlds he really likes,
Late at night I often dreamOf making love to a schizophrenic queenA first she is languid and sereneThen like a siren there come those screams,
She stares like narcissi’s reflective pondHer mind scattered and yet focused somewhere beyondHow did I lose my earthbound bond?The meaningless chatter that goes on and on,
The spirits that retreated at the edge of dawnLike demonic whispers out on the lawnSoon there will be a chariot of fire horse drawnAnd all semblance of sanity will be gone,
Why do I feel like a chessboard pawn?I must admit to being a bit withdrawnI’ve always resisted being a call girl’s JohnSaving up my money to visit Olympus Mons,
The prophets have predicted everything todayStrange how many die young even when they prayI can feel it here in the darkness where I layThe evil ones in this world, when will they pay?
Existence as we know it, this island of fearThe term known as transparency is very unclearUncertainty is the rule careful where you steerBe prepared when everything you know changes gears,
The final chapter is knowledge, what we should knowYet, for many deception shall be the final blowWhen the end comes better have your ducks in a rowOr else be eclipsed by the draconian show.
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