Rabbit Hole

Each “explanation” Suckabee spins moves us further down
The rabbit hole MY words are leading straight to Crazytown
I do not have a “strategy”, I don’t play 3-D chess
I open MY mouth, words come out, staff try to clean the mess.

Try as they might to link together the words MY mouth farts
It can’t be done, ALL words I speak are separated parts
New things I say are disconnected from past things I’ve said
Those striving to link them together can try ‘till they’re dead.

They never will connect the dots because no dots exist
Words that say things that “add up” and “make sense” aren’t on MY list
I do not even have a list, ALL new words from MY mouth
Are forgotten as soon as MY next words send those words south.

The verbal rabbit hole I’m digging each day plunges deeper
With every random word I say its angle down grows steeper
MY staff desperately scramble to stich words I speak together
But their attempts are laughable, MY words change like the weather.

Good luck to Sarah Suckabee and all MY motley crew
But no matter how hard they try there’s nothing they can do
You cannot connect random words and claim they’re “strategy”
So thank heavens MY Base credits weird 3-D chess to ME.

20 July 2018