elated and fascinate

those who contemplate

what's at stake when we create

mental illusions as solutions

I go fully in when I begin

then send lyrics into the stratus

rhyming apparatus established

from way back

hit hard like Vic Tayback

as Mel in Alice

emerge from a shell like a chrysalis

in the final

others in full denial

warped in a spiral

downturn that concerns

I learned what earns

respect

though I used to neglect

what I now perfect

more than you expect

within the context

distorted view like a convex

mirror in a funhouse

arousing disturbed reactions

as the walls collapse

you feel trapped

Back on the map like Slapshot

or DYS

I guess this is a test

no less than what I suggest

musical conquest or combat

stacked deck against the dreck

reject for the next

like Joe Tex vs. James Brown

in 1972 in full view

come unglued through words used

improperly like State Property

it's not a game, but you could say it's a monopoly