Step on the gas kid
Not too hard
You don’t want to flood it
Ticks down the digital clock
Boom zoom bat
Get up on the flat
Reboot to see the trap
Eyes flicker on
Old lanterns carrying through to the end
In that air goes flowing in
Through nasal cavities and some other inhalation
To get me here
Time
Chase
A place
Food for the brain
Set on a new rhyme
Tomorrow who knows where I’ll be?
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