Addicted to the same seat, the smack bursts my spleen,
The screaming keyboard on the floor wishes to bleed,
Red eyes stiff as a board, relent not but their greed,
The needle fixes the arm, bolt me high caffeine;
Hipsters drifting through, smirking little knitting shrews,
Manic depression, the blood races to the tomb,
Silk impression, pretty ladies striding my glum,
Legs long side by side, my mind she simply subdues;
Her go-go boots straddle, behold my Polaris,
Spring rains part her black hair, tidal force so lunar,
Pale face beyond compare, welcome waning crooner,
I climbed your sacred beams, buzzed upon your terrace;
And she go-gos, the lady, plowing out the door,
The rush over, strung-out suspended ever more.
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