Amphetamine
Expositions delight, I have it now,
into the mirror I take a bow.
My narcotic panic,
for my inner wack cynic.
A saber in my hand,
ready for battles in the sand.
And drop focus onto my heart,
I just to began to start.
Tweak on my freak on,
constantly play like Tron.
but I cannot respond,
I'm going at her like James Bond.
Am I at a show?
Or just watching the traffic move slow?
Don't matter! - I won't go!
Not until this last rock does glow.
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