You know what I miss nowadays? Tape hiss

Now I can’t escape this makeshift monster

It’s faceless. Creepazoid. Destroyed like Roy from

Siegfried & Roy. Careless. Comparison’s the thief of joy

We avoid hematoid shades and charades and myths

Not afraid of heights but I’m deathly afraid of widths

Sweet dreams are made of this. Rich men and modern lovers

I slaughter dullards and paint graffiti with water colors

The word to describe me is “window”. Subtle truth

I start with a w and and end with a w

I stumble through episodes. The outlook was gloomy

Said I was done but you saw right through me

Patterns form. You’re in the club, I’m at the tavern

Drinking liquid liquid and listening to cavern

Slip in and out of phenomenon. Causes pain

I cosplayed as an automaton at comicon

I’ll admit, there’s a few flops in the corpus

The cost is enormous. But if a classic drops in the forest…

I worship at the energy dome devoutly

So fat my memory foam mattress forgot about me

March sadness. I realize the art’s scabrous

Don’t even bother to look up my chart status

Body shop. I karate chop concrete blocks

Causing heat shocks and now I’m bringing in the beat box

Aknikalous. I actually enjoy black licorice

Cast evil spells, attract wickedness

Ridiculous. Member of the same club as Groucho

Let’s bring the horns back in then hit the outro