Verve Is to Élan What Kissing Is to Kissing Longer

Unto my soul, I wear a crown of Legos
you can’t see.
I am the king of doing wheelies
on the Stingray bicycle of my mind
while breaking rocks beside you
and every other convict
in sales. Sure, what kind of royalty
burps root beer out his nose?

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