Thread: nowhere's ends

you can prick it
you can buff it
you can stick it
you can dab it

but you can't take It away from thy,

you can swing it side to side
you can fling back and forth
you can twist it till it's high
you can blag till it rhymes

but It won't give way to you.

you can flip it till it's coin
you can dress it to a throne
you can blaze till till it's crown
you can bless till it's dawn

but It won't bow down to you.

you can shake it to its might
you can paint till it dries
you can trace it to its ends
you can wave it till it's wind


but It won't slap up the faith.


you can bronze it till it's gold
you can blow it till it's red
you can fuse til it's space
you can climb it till it's peak

but you won't reach up to It.

you can plot it to wits ends
you can frig it til it's lead
you can magnify it big
you can sing it till it bangs


but It won't come back to you.


you can call it billion dears
you can beg till you're tears
you can tune it till it drinks
you can plead it with your tales
cinderalla, seven dwarfs, wonderland and aviland,

bet it won't care what you dare

you can sign it with your wand
you can woe it with your fonts
you can magic out in drums
an eternal ring of rites
you can blow out hot and cold

but It won't see what you're at.

you can hazard it a guess
you can plant it thousands words
you can fabricate its game
you can feed it passwords else
you can make it walk the walk
but can you make it talk the talk?

Is. the ever standing thought.

the story goes as far as this
It simply doesn't have a match for thee.

''so what's the rythme of this talk''?
asked a voice that lurks in shame
''oh well take it, quickly ,whilst it's hot
or else it will find you a plot''
''now go forth and find a hymn
something to whistle in your pin
don't even think you can It again
or It, will bother YOU, show time''