There are no Rools in Istanbool.

My younger self is old.
My current self is new.
Tomorrow's self fell off the shelf.
Now, I am broke in two.
So what am I to do?
Social Glue and Paper Clips
Could not stop the last eclipse.
Thank God! There are no Rools in Istanbool.
'Cept One:
Do not talk in circles,
Talk in One Circle.
Like the train track under the Christmas tree.
Or the pie crust on a pie you trust.
Talk in One Circle,
Like a rainbow 'round the moon.

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 88)