I’ve found the key,
But where’s the lock?
If I erase the “C”
Is it still a clock?

Hidden in the lost and found
A bag of secrets:
The world isn’t round,
Diversity is a weakness

Chasers found the end of a rainbow;
The gold was gone!
Stole by a tornado
Whose name was Ima Con

A pill, I need sleep
To end this daymare
My people are sheep
My bed is a chair

Ahh, now I dream
Normality once again
A trustworthy regime
No ulterior motive from a “friend”

As the sun fades to snow
The rooster quacks at the moon
I got slapped under the mistletoe
And awoke way too soon

Close my eyes
“Please, go back to sleep!”
A life of lies
No soul to keep

The trees are now weeds
And words are but letters
Extinct are seeds
Perhaps all for the better