A Request and a Serious Confession

Don't dangle me by the third finger Nor dress me in fear's death robes I am a speck of dust in ghastly winds That still hope to cruse in steady flows If pyjamas are the night's necessities Make my plans daring Tasmanian devils I don't fancy playing with the dead yet For I still have a few big clicks to click And a couple of fancy score sheets to tik The epicycle storms in my little head Are like date dancing with the devil They spun me around up to heaven And let me free fall back to my thoughts I woke up each time broken into shreds Embellished in decorums of grave disbelief And hopping I am not haunted by a Doppelganger