right...
   next time i'll be "buying"
your ******* about
your pop-******* addiction
within the confines
of music gone wrong
(put a line of *******
on a table, a phil collins'
   track on, test the rat for
   an antonym pattern
   of response):
i'll be snorting
            nutmeg powder    
and gobbing down tablespoons
of cinnamon
for the sailors' high;
we used to die of scurvy -
now we die of
              lies     &   karaoke!
to only believe:
              in nobler ways to die.