back to rhyme

Cracked basement brouhaha, smackdown on a couch, lay me down and scold me every single time I slouch. Float notions across the ocean, sweeten tea with hibiscus and honey, rub a genie belly magic motions from a tummy. Violence can be beautiful? Well the converse is undubitable. Flip your mores and morphs and become a semantic seaman, permanent navigator in vain channels, ionic eye on electric intercoursing, neuro locks undone with a chemical gun; so sit and stare, no serotonin anywhere, don’t be a dopamine, just get up and run. Transmitter I am, smiter of a tan, faster than all bran, hours in the bowels of your stomach and soul, a soup and ether dug out maniacally by a man I call a mole.

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