Wreak me havoc,
crash my party
with your whoredom
star spangled banter.
Flash your pan,
streak my boredom,
you clandestine,
ambitious, asinine
enchanter.
Shove that wanton
golden, glistering,
that waltzing, walking,
wailing wonder,
pining ponder.
Punch me fearless,
slap my solo zeal,
take my hand and
lead my idiot ideals
to evermore applauded
apprehensive appeal.
Lead me,
love me,
steer
the rampage of me
back to the highway,
somehow.
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