Cerbic thrashing
Hi-hat strokes that, for all their posturing
Reduce to a guttural glaze.
Look, my bathing beauties -
We can peel this ten ways from Lars
And it's still not going to satisfy
So
As I type, the thundergood goes on in my head
In the simplest terms, ihateihateihate
Enough to levy it up into silliness
It's enough, enuff, to know that
tonight
I am most certainly superior
Despite the predilection for
Le frapper des têtes.
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