Geometried Plane Sight's Ide

At the bus, stop I get on the bus With my me My self my we My us We're just here For the ride Our wheels turn Their ours in stride Theirs and my Ours eyes To the scenery Blurred outside We wave our collective Re-respective Good byes The new scenes Ahead right in, slide Into the screen's Real time Blotted dotted Ds PIed Plexied glass so wide Inner periphery's peripherals Meets the parallels Cells euphoric swells highed Lamb's lions inside Have bussed petals To the metal oxide Joined dust with wings Land grounded not flied In the news The paper is multi-plied That's used to wipe Looks, straight faced, who lied Every time perfectly timed When questions replied In place of answers In the pressed conference ide One must confer With handed handbook and abide By the rules a set Just for justice for one side Set aside For others these same rules Are not applied This joey court Of appeals justly decide When to let laws Fall by the wayside These clowns' Down, the big top tied Flip flopping Like the tide No more these magicians Slight of hand agendas they hide Out in the open In front of the eyes of the eyed And so at our collective Elective bus, stop We must reside