An Absurd Theme

If the fall falls on the fall,
The ground will rush at you.

If the change changes the change,
Your minds obviously range.

1. If the uncalled recall the call,
The phone is a schizophrenic!
It sews a thousand calls.
Here’s our unobvious mind!
That squeezes to bind,
And poor kittens blind,
They just hide behind
The wide back of the demon.
And a big yellow lemon
Stretches beneath the wall.
We’re floundering on the ball,
The whole mind is so hollow,
Spirits are low,
Soul’s sour.
It’s waiting for the rain of sweets!
That will beat thousands of bites!
Which were biting our colourful kites!

So, find out your find,
My never finding friend!

2. If the uncalled recall the call,
The phone is a schizophrenic.
It sews a thousand calls, hallucinogenic.
Babe, call handsome Mr. Krenic!
Who’s always puzzled about
“What is authentic?”
But no, we can’t put together the puzzle.
Some of us guzzle
Vodka and cognac
In disgust!
And smoke
Till they turn into smoky smoke!
Pff! Some nuzzle
At the angel dust.
Hm, where is our splendid trust?
Well, I can see just lust!
Many, many bust!
Not eager to adjust!
Many. many die
Of a sharp knife thrust.

However, shall we try?
So, let’s hurl out all the lie
And fly, fly high!
Into the blue, blue sky!