Vocation

Escape through the tunnel in a funnel of ginger smoke, Never point your finger at a bloke until you point you figure you heard he’s spoke To be a popular nerd turn your words into top hexideximal and textual testaments. Robed in our sexual vestments we’re still best of all ill investments, Down-payments for future town arrangments Of strange men who vent through invented musical instruments, Women, not strumpets who spent life’s main implement in strummin’ it. Brainwaves behave to lengths beyond the strength of encapsulation. Yonder stars are mere bars in God’s far yet harmonious vibration. Our labourious intonations with such glorious connotations, Are but shorthand notations of our most important vocation.