Overcome I amBuoyed up in a current ofMagnetism, I Tingle with its force.So much, I struggle to holdMy feet on the ground. Shuttles forward andBackward
The story I write The tale I tell, poetic Mythic, magnetic, Universal, it Is your story as much as It is my story.
Step right up and test Your luck. Can your rock hit the Bull’s-eye? No pressure. If you’re the winner, You get to dunk the sinner!
These words become myAlchemical masterwork,In which various Characters voice myPugnanimous sentimentsAnd brawl on the floor. Thus do I transmuteVitriol, uncouth, intoSublimest vapors.
I wish I could tellYou that it would get better,But we all know the Truth. The world was notMade for the intricate, theDeliberate, those Who
They told me I was No better than anyone Else, but they were wrong