By the Five-Ringed Gods of Adrenaline
Pour the Plasma's place for Victory's Fair
Of most Sacred Masters peered and pristine
Prim Art above Profits; Yet still Aware
That the Spirit - recorded by the Muse,
Took her Efficiency a Best Blown Ride
To see each Win; Yet Bloated Heads subdue
To preach Sane Messages others will Find
Not yet Delayed - still - keep the Feathers strong,
Your Trademarked Swan times Frequency beloved
If still - Nineteen - left the ******* Pig's Throng
And your Path-of-the-Prince takes Currency.
For I, Spells and Chants soak Growth in my Age
Read my Almonds be: The Path-of-the-Sage.