IRC-Galleria

The tip of it's tongue is shaking
It's now in session
This court of madmen
Expressionless faces in empty stare
The hare begins his monologue:

"If the world is a gumbo, we best not forget
The effect that it has in it's active footsteps
Money may matter, but matter does not
And so I disclude it from our options."

The gray mass keeps listening
Their throats void of strength
Blue spots start glistening
In these bottomless eyes
No laughter, no tears
No fear, no doubt, no new ideas
No objections under the brutal control of the hare.

"Sister Misters, hear me out
Our endless supply of sneakers is empty
But blueberry pie we have plenty.
If you see this as a joke
As a mere insult to your intelligence
Leave the rabbithole right now.
My main concern is concern.
My main motivation is the lack of it.
Are you any better than me?"