Didack Ticking

This Universe (or Omni/Multi-Verse)
The One we all know and love
Is polymorphously perverse
*As Below, So Above*

Like your giggly little Girl-child
Your dear old pipe-toking granny
Like your fav'rite creepy uncle
Or unfo'tunate O'phan Annie

She got her random, wilding mood swings
(and a real warped sense of humor)
We're her doll-babies made for dress-up
(and Bro's war games, just a rumor)

You can question these assertions
You might even cite some 'facts'
You may not even wanna hear this
'Cause it's grody-to-the-max

But take a good, hard look around you
Mind's Eye opened, not wired shut
See the Pageant's headlong procession
Climb up out your special rut

While merry-go-rounds a' keep on turning
No circle needs be still unbroke
*Submitted for your consideration*
The Most Wrong Prophet have just spoke

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(a division of Civilization Redux)
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multiverse_%28science%29