The nightmare on mainstreet

So the little fauntleroy misfit has risen to the top
as a well established businessman, a rather curious
kind of fop... the people have spoken in these auspicious
times where there is no pretense or prettiness that can
manufacture false rhymes... it's just pretense of the times.

AC/DC is well and good and death metal is the shout of should,
oh man, it sucks to be a woman if a woman actually could.

The menfolk are all cozy cuz they knew all along, the the goddess
thing was folly in a crazy mermaid thong, she knows you're right
in being wrong. A sponge can soak a lot of tears and wear a cloak of
a thousand years. The goddess is no virgin mother, that story is the one
yet to be uncovered or discovered... whatever the channel will tell
when the money paves its road to hell. Hello, do you like my hat?

An so? What? Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy?
Kids today will not eat ivy, no matter what the pundits say. Reap what
you sow in fields that give a clue against an enemy you do not know, (said
the mousy old shrew, who knew what no lemming ever knew).

Mainstream like main street is just another victim, we don't endorse them
cuz we don't pick them, said the brave little girl who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead, foreshadowing what her ancestors
thought but couldn't be said from the land of the living dead.

I see chaos and I see change and dogs of pride with hides of mange.

Come out, come out, wherever you are, don't waste your love on a celebrity star.

Love is what you came to do, love is who you are. Ignore the noise and it will
fade, then it will go away... wagging it's tail behind them and hoping for a brighter day. That day is where you are. It's a dream and you are the victory Star.

I arrest my case. A nightmare is a mental case.