take a good guess for the true test

the true tale so you better not fail

failing is for the farely astute no compute

stalkin' walkin' in my big black boots

new times brings silver linings in the fine print

glint of schemetry leads to impeded progress

until a dull plain ascertains how remaining in light

might make skies bright like a song in the night

wrapped tight quite amused for evening news

chewing the fat for the exact moment of contact

I react to stay intact like those who take naps

perhaps zap goes the nap was a trap comb twisted dome

like foam rubber and Clubber Lang plain Jane

tore out the the frame it's all the same