Changeling: Discovery

All the words that reside

Are dull, hollow

Without love

 

Might as well be
A jungle drum

For all its flash n fury

 

Might as well be

Smoke ‘n Mirrors

For all its insight

 

This skin

Worn down to the bone

Smart, smooth, sophisticate

Empire builder

Snap your fingers

                And have that

                Simpering gaggle

                PYTs (Pretty Young Things) all in a row

                Darth Vader-esque

                What is thy bidding master?

                A 21^st century upgrade

                Thought engine

                Lord Byron would be proud

You know how to build it

The buttons to press

For femme fatale discovery

Making the plebs dance

 

That fingerlickin’ good

Taste of power…

 

…snap, rush, image, dance…

 

…Ellsworth Toohey, you ingrate fuck!...

 

Can’t keep up this charade

Can’t buy rhymes

To please the crowd

Can’t hit the notes

Of popular appeal

 

But yes…

Snap, rush, image, dance

There is still a few more aces left to play