partner up to, what?

   i hear your heartbeat, to the beat of the drums...
oh what a shame, that you came here with, someone
so while  you're here in my arms...
let's make the most of the night,
like we're going to die young...

do i ******* look like a gay-lord
or a blonde-*****?!
sorry, what?!
pop music is like an infection...
i can't stop this *******...
   no, no thank you...
pop music is infectious...
  whatever, rap, dark metal rock
music... whatever...
you fed us the *******
antibiotics,
what were you expecting?
a cure for ******* Ebola?!
retards ahoy!
            hey hey...
third sail would come welcome...
re-**** ****-tards...
               ooh look...
  ballerinas donning stilettos!
prance about, only using
the heels!
      pointless buggering,
and some...
                       it's pop...
it's supposed to transcend
the "inconvenience" of
musical genres...
      
oh yeah, pretty woman 2.0 (two point oh)...
for sure...
reliquary of the 1980s culture...
that **** was always going
to work...
  work... work...
  like a ******* broken down
washing machine...
  
going to work, within the confines
of:
set, stood... and subsequently
understood...
centrism of Rome...
                had "i" made it understood...
a labor, Catholicism,
revised by a Baptist choir...
                
please, at least give yourself
the excuses...
i lambast the language with
oath words...
               in order to make
the plaintiff case of:
forwarding the excuse...
                conjunctions...
anti-stuttering buffer "zones"...
of hell in oath,
shall heaven reign supreme in psalms.