Oakpark, Pt. I

Freeze over In winter by splinters The clover is over by dover Disprover of moon truther Martin Luther's freedom from Popes Their cloaks on the floor by the door I implore you to ask better things Little flings and tings of tinges By the fringes where fake truth lies Where every ruler, every globe dies In the hands of brand new eyes A paramore, appear more Saramore, Peter's shore Dying in bloom straight out of left field They tell to drive but I only yield Off the cliff but I survived from die Hurt but alive I walked on to the barrier Of the reef where we speak like geeks I shriek like shrek upon all of the deaths In depths of the splinter of the mind's eye It's stark On clark The spark Oakpark Pt. I When you're on your knees as you see the world over All while everything will freeze for knowers And copers still cope and elope with elote So stay with me, God, greatest, hear me out I'm devout but in the middle of the road In the trivia but it's not trivial to me When I'm free of this society of rhodes Run by toads and frogs and dogs and clogs and hogs And smogs and fogs and cogs and bogs and pogs And logs and jogs and nogs and zogtog's that rhyme Like a dime, or twelve thousand rupees Made out of rubies sold by collectors Defectors of the deep state Where all of them create the World of Tau It's a question of how do they do it You blew it, just like that, just like an expat It's dark Oh, hark My ark Oakpark Pt. I