Round A Round

Round and round; the circle spins,
An eternal pattern; revolving your life,
Now and ever; tumbling towards familiar,
De ja vu; wheres the clue?

Iye see you spin around the argument,
Again and again; you perpetually seek,
And without reason; you continue to speak,
In the middle is the answer to the riddle.

The minds a magical place,
A cluster of wisdom, wish's; to trace.
A million mages can't answer your questions,
Though perhaps the minds a tower of power,

So when you gaze towards the moon,
And see the stars shining bloom,
Then notice the way the water flows,
Like A fountain of luck, around it knows.

Sugar The SLAVES

Sugar; Salt of the Slaves!
The sweet, white processed illusion of the devils seamen,
The cunning contract of your conscious addiction,
The taste soo bland that nothing compares,
So you suckle the bosom of the beast cast in fire and flames!!!

The bounty of the baker may seem in your favor,
But that figure is fraught with perplexing hexes,
That entwine with a power of a fearful hour,
Though many

assume the doughs full of water,
Its probably as likely to be filled with rat-we!!!

But why must this stench linger?
You point an accusing finger,
Towards a man in the right attire,
And who do you find staring back through the gloom?
Yourself you fucking buffoon!

There is injustice whilst we fight one another,
Brother backstabbing Brother, Sister shortchanging sister,
Politicians making roads for their masters, blocking off pathways for their followers,
The bankers, the lords, the ladys and the empire; like backward thinking Alchemist's,
Turn your gold into lead, your teeth into metal and your mind into madness!!!

The world needs a treat

And though the world seems sometimes bleak,
Then speak,
The sound sooo sweet,
And treat the world to something great!!!