Perfect Impossibility

There is something wrong with the way we work
Its a tiny fraction that flowers into a chaotic bloom
so go ahead take the action that best describes you
an adjective of adverse weather condition,
That explodes in a marvelous umbrella pattern
Along with all your ornaments and christmas tree lights
But no more snow fall in this hell hole
Only ash and dust bellowing up into a wet dream
that only meticulous trials of contemplation can appply
an overuse of bellowing vocalist scream out for a
Strict torture to their love of love
so in all the cogs of this poorly oiled machination
we see friction facilitate a fall from good graces
and hear a screeching grind destroy all the god
nature we could muster out of our blanketed conviction
i know you picture an unnlimited strand of viral implications that come chasing you to the end of your course,
maybe you are above par, but too many bogus claims are tripping you up
and flowers bloomed go on booming, an explosion of favorite sayings
he said it, then she said it and the fitted sheet
music hinders our mindful watchfulness at our gate of rubber duckies,
i'm not a clown in a lawyers costume, i'm not painting on my verdict on a myriad of cheerless faces.
play your ace of spades, and i'll throw a club into your gear shift, that'll send you to the great beyond
A heaven in hell, a hell for paradise, we don't go together like peas in a pod,
Though we surely are green,
do you ever wish this could be different if you just danced along to the horrible music
while i get drunk on cheap drinks and bland pornographic celebrity,
it makes the priest horrifed when his congregation impulsively commits suicide all at once,
here is your oil slather it on the metal bindings
while all this nonsense schemes to drive you mad, take a moment and let it remind you of us,
and we through all this maddening bullshit weathered a storm to be perfectly flawed human beings,
surrounded by a world of seekers of perfect impossibility.