What I'Ve Conquered Is Bonkers

I can't believe what I've conquered, it's bonkers, this rubbish silly mind of a plonker is to be published in time like Willy Wonka. I haven't been this high in oh so long, when I was toking smoke and hacking bong, and tapping info into Wonga in hope of a loan, and when accepted seeking chronic on my phone. Now I'm flying up so high, beating off gravity to reach the sky, I don't know if this height is wise, after the peak there's a mighty slide, that I'll glide down and lose my pride, but once before I rode that ride, straight to hell into Satans stride, and in that fight old Satan died. So I just went and took his throne, resurrected him as a slave of my own, for awhile the fires of hell were home, the script transpired when the Phoenix had flown. So the rise and fall is repeatable, I survived it once I'm unbeatable, with drive like mine I'll repeat it all, I'll rise again each time I fall. What I've achieved is unbelievable, doubters doubt and can be cruel, I'm all about bouts and out to duel, and step small steps towards a miracle.