"Wrestle until you are made strong..."- MARCUS AURELIUS
I had dissolved into the mescaline of my masculinity
Over-expressed emotion of machismo bubbles forth
It was time to rebirth this persona of a nonentity
Pituitary glands swollen, no surrender or remorse
I could gang up on it or face it, INDEPENDENTLY
A mercurial, hormonal puppet, thrown off-course
I crave the illusion of ubiquitous solidity
Even at the cost of it being labeled stupidity
Mesmerizing heptagon only you could draw clearly
Heaven-ward I stare with a broken spinal-cord
Mohammedan scare tactics feel familiarly eerie
I mold another downward spiral, bored
Monkish monopolist that material girls, marry
A likeness of you, promise I'm no liar, LORD
A new age idiot with morals in Limbo
Selling my chastity to a blonde-haired bimbo
Grapple with the whole weight of the globe
A protein shake in my Dionysus cup
A carol for out-of-control open roads
The lady fortune extorting me for luck
Cauliflower ear, bleeding earlobes
Sharp lies have made this body, cut
Arch-nemesis adds fule to existing fued
Loss of trophy on my waist, altered mood
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