A hydraulic accumulator brain,
Drives pneumatic accuator mouthpiece insane,
My mantis style martial art proves elegantly dangerous,
Don't mess with success of this rhyme ranger cuss,
I sweat beads of genius,
Reverse engineering esoteric extraneous,
My intellectual odour soothes sentients olfactory,
As I breathe in future, disasters past flood back to me,
Upsetting cerebral homeostasis,
I foolishly trip on my own shoe laces,
And dopamine makes a dope of me in present,
I now resent intent behind these words I lament.
~ Farls Tokley
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