Better in stereo,
And I move along and cross
Worlds, dimensions,
The whole multiverse is mine, in
My dreams.
I move quickly,
Like the dragon, I am.
I move periodically,
Like a slow ninja.
That went on a diet
And turned out fat
To only become a
Motivational speaker
For the moment
And every bench moment
That led to a quick hello.
Short of register, free of charge.
A simple exchange, that led to withdrawal
And the madness crept on.
The old shinobi changed virtue
And became a monk
To old scrolls
And old texts
And older stories.
Word of mouth, says you’re on the come up.
And only one can confuse, otherwise
Treatment is all the same.
And the radio, not the stereo
Is only for cars I can’t drive.
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