First and last,
don't push me around.
I may have lost my skint.
Caught taking aripiprazole.
My miracles of dimension in recess.
I waved goodbye to all that,
taking my logic for a ride.

All hail the hearty King.
A tyrant in the making.
A wisp of smoke
all driving small.

I espied a monster
and by the bay of the tree, it was me.
Venoms skin, like a delicate leaf
laughed and shook my hand.