ATOP AN ICE CAP

At elementary level, I appeared to be
Not taking my student career seriously
The teacher would send letters home,
And make me wear a pointy hat like David the Gnome
'Til I ran outside and smashed a sledge hammer with a fire hydrant
And stayed pounding on,
Even the whole town frowned upon the ground my sound was founded on
Maybe I'm off my hinges
Or the soil in my heart is too stony
We can all go a little mad sometimes
In this no poor soul is lonely
Speak of the Devlin and he shall appear
Swinging in on a gold chandelier
I cause a clamor with my claw hammer grammar
Chop wire taps with my rap fire ax
Non-smoker, stir the embers with a long poker
Ankle sock mix-matcher
Always having fun so the clock ticks faster and faster
Ah, what a life!
I've fashioned armor to repel death's scythe
And in Modesto I went to war with Mephisto
I wasn't impressed though
The magic he used was decent at best
With a single spear thrust I opened his chest
Darkness did flow profusely from the fissure of his wounded form
I pierced it innumerable times, so my light shone through and space was born

Rack 'em up, rack 'em up, rack 'em up
(There's trouble on the way)
Rack 'em up, rack 'em up, rack 'em up
(That's what folks 'round here all say)

Everything comes full circle and this is spherical
So who's in the mood for a Christmas miracle?
I hit the dynamic mic like a luge
Switch my style like Ebeneezer Scrooge
I'm no daily beggar going door to door
I'm your friendly neighbor you've seen before
The mixed creation of Bob Kane and Dante
A Bat out of Hell, liberamente
Detect this comet, examine my capital
My economy defines comedy
I eat raw pork with a three prong fork
And extract worms on my way to work
I'm a saw-tooth shark who's cutting figure eights in your brainwaves
With my band tuning up on the main stage
I never went mad for the same craze or ran around in a maze
From atop an ice cap I watch 'em bicker
The burg beneath me is bogging quicker
As a caterpillar will cut through leaves
A mighty deluge will uproot trees
And with no timber left to mill
All of us will be homeless with nil
So fret not, with much persistence
you'll worry that sickness into existence
One law we're all captive under
The fact that we always used to be younger
Just be thankful you're still getting older
The only alternative is much colder!