Ode to Tom (The Better)
Note: Spelling may be wrong, but this is only a rough draft
Messemerize the not simple minded
Tom-logic is leavin us blinded
Tom’s thoughts we can’t comprehend
He has a great philosophy.
‘Tis truely a great place
this room, this hall,
is where his thoughts get lifted off their feet &
dance in this place called conscious
is where it all happens
chance, it’s all we have to comprehend it.
Our chance of comprehension is the same as lottery
The odds of winning and our chance of catching is =.
We are the lottery. We are the fuse and the ammunition
Tom’s thoughts are like the wind
And our heads are bald.
We can’t catch it.
These dreams of his, Don’t…
Why should our conscious understand? Get…
Many sages of old try to discover, Me…
Meanings. Hunt them down, Wrong…
And capture them with bow, staff, &, he’s
Bowstaff, cool…
By: A-d-a-m Pohl and El Joe Downes
3 comments:
you forgot to give joel credit for the first two lines
i think william shatner shoudl read it.
That is wierd.
I like the line about "Tom's thoughts are the wind and we are bald...so we can't catch them" :)
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