What Possesses Me At Times?
I’m a singular bipolar tripod quadruped,
A fifth of Bacardi and I’m in bed,
A quick look and I’m shot to the head,
And in my books I’ll go home instead,
A dork of magnanimous proportions of course,
A geek who can speak like Ed the horse,
Ogres and Donkeys, the strong and the weak,
For the right cause, all these things I endorse,
A Wielder of the Force, a present mind,
Even the cracks in the walls will pass time,
A sudden push, a rush of energy,
And an end to doubt and conscious enmity,
A singularity bipedal trifecta quad pedestal protector,
A thought conceiving train redirector,
An inflector with an affliction, an infliction and infestation,
Another demonstration of the madman concentration,
And a destination away from the pain,
Where the roof blows open and I run the game again.
