Choose Fools

What you get is not quite what you choose.
No one knows my name in this land of fools.
And that is what I choose.
Pick wrong you get schooled.
Over and over no jewels.
Get it right. And you cruise.
Tired of loop and bruise?
Listen to the blues.
It will transfuse.
It’s something you can reuse.
Let it light your fuse.
Listen. Recording Muse.
You’ve paid enough dues.
It’s your turn to abuse.
Do since accused.
That will confuse.
And one day you shall rule.
These molecules.