World Catastrophe

The world is a trap.

Surrounded by all these facts. 

Facts that aren’t really in tact.

Supposedly supposed to keep us as a pact.

Which eventually turns into abstract. 

Then every one overreacts because no more being surrounded by the facts. 

The facts get hijacked by a bunch of rats.

Which causes an impact on the nerve that got ransacked.

Now they get smacked to get back on track so that everyone is exact.  

So when things get back together.

People think they matter. 

But really everything just splatters.

All the chatter comes together.

Then explodes like batter.

Even though that just makes them flatter.

Like a dessert platter.

But when they flatter,

They run like mice,

And shake like dice.

Therefore they smell the spices

Causing them to fall on ice 

And eventually they pay the price 

Repetition is the same commission. 

That never fails an admission. 

Just like everyone is on the same mission.

Until they face the collision. 

The ignition stops , with the same ambitions.

Which then turns us into magicians.

Thinking whoops now we’re beauticians.

But this creates musicians.

That needs to be looked at by an electrician. 

Saying we have a new condition.

Leaving us with needing a physician.