I've got the shakes again, and we've lost the arts. Caramel coffee is for trolls, calamities are uninvested conversations. Your selective ignorance are their political polls; cocoa conundrums; coagulating serotonin serums inhibiting innovations. I've got the shakes again, and we've lost the love; you turtle dove. Historical happy hours, rhetorical- the ring on her finger indigo indiscretions linger bloom a bouquet of flowers. I've got the shakes again, and we've lost the respect. Ignore Tesla, the moon; ******* by his diamonds, instant gratifications- new world addictions. Hats off at my table! Shake hands, shake social frictions. I pump my brakes again, and I've lost invitations; my blinded observations. Soulless shoes sully love, subtle self proclamations. Societies vicarious vices, subliminal author's themes; my presumption suffices. Johnny's mother screams! I've got the shakes again, and I've lost my mind again; dubious is an art of repetition. In this war of attrition, monkey business is the real oppression; ***** color schemes deter my nightlife's daydreams. Premeditations- self induced depression. First amend, then reprieve a society in genocide, murderous screaming thieves. I've got the shakes again, and he's lost his midnight train of thought; his ****** obsessions. Espresso and ****** expressions, prerogatives- propaganda bought; the bad vibrations. Battling a vertigo, temptation i fought. Dancing amongst the constellations; these must be his coffee drunken genius inspirations.