Story From The Bottle
Power of epic proportions
Created by my devious brain
When I locate my purpose
I explode without refrain
No pre-thought or planning
Just straight forward zeal
When the ignition is sparked
I'll go in for the kill.
Down in the abyss
I'm still heading deeper
I'd open my arms
Alas, no time to greet you
Right hands on the helm
Both feet on the throttle
Left hands gotta grip
'Round the Jim Beam bottle
Mass internal combustion
5.7 cubes bringing the shit
Bludgeon stick in the back
Proficiently scoring a crit
What my pretence is lacking
I more than make up in ardor
Inability to be vanquished
I will never be your martyr
Jimbo
12-18-2010
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