247. SAY IT OUT LOUD, cones aren’t that sound

SAY IT OUT LOUD, cones aren’t that sound,
structurally, so, to hold up a crowd
the pointed ends split, in earthquakes they fissure,
and when there’s explosions, chains into trip

burt bacharach was a competent hack,
but hadn’t the VISION, and common sense lacked,
as poor legless ted and other profess (will)
the standards of safety were worse than repellant

but seemingly people had still not completed
their mad cone prod. lust, though half of them, even,
had lost both their legs or an arm or a head
from cones on them flattening platforms expressly

the president who’d the cones first refused
was long gone and buried, the second, a boomer,
the process of permits, to injured would give a
five pound note hoping they’d long enough live to

burt bacharach had cones systems stacked
five high, for miles in the air across half
the wide open plains for lack of new space to
pool them on platforms on oceans and lakes

you’d think that this frenzy would eventuelly
run out of steam, the going less friendly,
but higher they got, more difficult problems,
the people would press them for new cones exotic

burt bacharach (for his sins) has a past
which promises solving a cone future can’t,
for while he is great at stacking cones, blames
marchibald mays for the death of his dame

dame bacharach was the fattest of flat,
in the old world there wasn’t a person more smashed —
imagine the furor of suitors who’d loved her,
but only two fancied (she) — bacharach brothers

burt was twin born, his brother bjorn
was better at everything brothers can, more
wide, round, capacious, more pressed in his face, with
beautiful teeth and a torch and some tape
(cont.)