Get into my headspace
Delve deep into my braincase
An Escher layered forward base the TARDIS of the human race
Do Death Star runs down Root Canals
Dodge the flirtatious tongue and
I’ve had some out in terms of teeth
There’s less than thirty guns
Am I the man behind the curtain?
Or have I passed the Turing Test
The answer lies in the beating heart
That sits within my chest
Under that’s the stomach
The liver is completely fucked
So really I entreat thee
Wish me the best of luck
Feet have many futures. Foxtrot or forward march
The crushing heels of dictators, the stance of Rosa Parks
An Adam Smith proponent, a missionary of Marx
Whatever you do, own it
You already look the part
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