I watched Beware of Mr Baker last night

Reflections in my mind, he said
Are like kaleidoscopes mutating
We’re only 6 degrees, they said
6 degrees from separating
Time maketh those who have it
And those who don’t can’t fake it
Time is gifted from the Gods
But the Devil has us waste it
He slipped a few too many scores
But his rhythm never failed him
Blending hypno-Afro-beat of course
With jazz tempo rock & rolling
Time was on his side, he said
Until it all caught up behind him
Time is something that he had
But time can also be blind-sighted
He could pack a punch or two
Just as well as hit a rhythm
The Devil in the detail
Was the lunacy within him
You have to visit madness
To brush shoulders with a genius
Beware of Mr Baker
As you too shall be defeated