Out of control, unhinged in the binge;
as the cringe-fringe singed my defeat
to WWW I felt like Trinity flirting Neo!
Pleased to meat you, "We are the Kings".
Kink me some Knuckle Bars in the air,
as I Nike in your shoes to Blues, brother
and Sister, lets take our share! Midgard
the Church and be on "Take that!" fire.
Water down our sold bridges, I Soul wiwth
with my bandwagon, as the dogs the barking
to be let out, embarking on the Enterprice.
The ethernet was surprised to be Fischerman.
A friend of mine, was a Mime, or its shadow;
Idk, if it was Boxer or boxing in Days Night.
I lost my calendar, and too much eggnocked
me out of my laces -- the cat still aghast of Bligh.
Have a Nice New Years deceive, as I covet some
low key hokey-pokey stroked Ego's into Broker.
Russians Roulette on the Blacks, Whites and Reds.
The numbers always Marked, Luke, come back to bed...
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