""(Title: I’ve Sung Everything, Man)"" ROCKIT , MAN! Verse 1 I’ve sung Serengeti dusk to neon glare, a lexicon safari in the air, Through imposition and circumlocution, I thread the compass of despair. Sesquipedalian whispers braid with floccinaucinihilistic glare, Antidisestablishmentarian currents swirl; I croon through chiaroscuro glare. Epistemic odysseys drift along hyperbolic highways wide, Palimpsest choruses overwrite yesterday’s guide. Paradox and paradoxes parade in palatial stride, Quixotic quatrains twine with antitheses at my side. Perspicacious sparrows perch on syllables that sting and sing, Ontological riffs ride on paradoxes, dooming plain speech to swing. A nimiety of textures—serendipity, why, and wing— I’ve sung everything, man, till the night begins to clang and cling. Chorus I’ve sung everything, man, From Serengeti dust to subway span, I’ve hauled the tanbark of time in hand, I’ve sung everything, man, Till the conundrum circumnavigated the land, I’ve sung everything, man—another grand stand. Verse 2 Hyperbolic highways hum with gnosis, vast and grand, Oxymorons tango with antinomy, a carnival of language spanned. Palindromic echoes circle back through chiaroscuro bands, Eleemosynary irony coats the air like velvet-brass and sand. Epistolary thunder rolls—a perspicacious, lucid flame, Transmogrified tunes wear polymath robes, untamed. Insolent incantations garnish the chorus-head with steel and gold, Metaphysical jazz threads tempo through the mouth’s bright mold. I barter with jargon, alchemy of mind’s meticulous store, A palimpsest of phrases stacked on every shore. Chorus I’ve sung everything, man, From Serengeti dusk to neon din, I’ve hauled the tanbark of time in hand, I’ve sung everything, man, Till the conundrum ran, again and again, I’ve sung everything, man—an odyssey of strain. Verse 3 Panorama of lexemes, a carnival of sound and sight, Gargantuan gnosis flashes under constellations bright. Perspicacity pours like rain on a lucid, rare delight, Quotidian qualms dissolve in quixotic weather’s light. Ambidextrous allegories coil tight around the mind’s throne, Ambrosial appendages of thought keep every thread grown. Oxymorons waltz with syntax, a delicate, brazen tangle, A polyglot panorama sparking vowels into a metallic angle. Cacophony converges crystalline, arcane to plain in tandem, Cognition cartwheels through chaos, then lands in a harmonic random. I’ve sung everything, man—till the last consonant’s span, Echoes of Serengeti rain fading into neon stood-on land. Bridge Quixotic, quintessential, a menagerie of sound, Perspicacious bells ring round the circumference of ground. Gargantuan gnosis glows in constellations found, A panoply of phrasing—unbound, unconfined, unbound. Cognition spins like a carousel from chaos to calm refrain, I bottle the thunder, tempered by the gentlest rain. Till every vowel gleams and every consonant proclaims, I’ve sung everything, man!