i choose to be a misfit,
it's part of my artistry.
i choose to be a misfit,
a pirate and a bandit.
a slave to my ministry.
i outwit your chemistry
and scream from the pulpit.

i awoke to explosions
and time lapsed erosions.
the air filled with fire
and rainbow smoke.
i couldn't find my breath,
the bed was ablaze.
i inhaled the nightmare
and began to choke...

just then, things went fragmentary.
i was more than just a dignitary.
i found myself in a cinerary,
facing someone legendary,
and they were me.
so i looked up my apothecary,
knowing that i should be wary.
i quickly dispensed with commentary,
avoiding all things monetary.
but nothing's free.
speaking briefly of the goings-on,
i stopped to berate the hangers-on.
my mouth wove a verbal marathon,
it was a virtual phenomenon.
lost in my ego.
restless, like the myrmidon,
i was unsure of my prolegomenon.
when i heard the ringing carillon,
i went for a swim in the phlegethon.
like abednego.

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