Always been a shirker, no pin bomb a berserker
Short circuit, unbeatable but only in short bursts
See me in shorts looking like I need the fight purse,
Hope you pre-booked the hearse.
Had your cerebral on the curb, available to observe,
Likely too late for any scientists set on having it preserved
Never prided myself on being a hard worker
No drive and I don’t ride myself about it either, I
Am as I am. Doing otherwise proves damaging.
Espousing exactly none of the views I champion
In what you peruse, or do I?
Who knows. Too high for all that besides.
Hitting crits on innocents, hidden crypts in Cretan labyrinths
In pard print, a mass of rare hides, every beast of the ark had supplied
Pinion or skin or scale, dark or bright.
Alchemisland 
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