Wait For the Shake
It's time to clear the highway wrecks
for the route my parade will take.
I ain't some dead dino,
I am Tyrant Rex, always on the make.
No more instinct t'extinction,
listen to "Zarathustra Thus Spake."
I got two hemispheres to flex,
done with those tactics of mistake.
Like Prof. X but I got magnet eyes,
I see the encircling snake.
The city's surround sound system's hex
is a marvel made mine to take.
So where's my Escape, Flashback Tex?
Believe me, I know what's at stake.
You just another stoker, Lex?
Nebulous Hugo with an ache?
Not all's 'bout sex and given
my sword's from the Lady Of The Lake,
I'm the Pen Dragon with my spear,
as Sun King said next, "Wait for the shake!"
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