Poison Tips

What's all the hubbub?
gimmie a high five atl-coatl
shooting you'd be
no flesh at all
every hot wheel
I 'n' you for a ride.

What's all the hoopla
twisting the plot
this primitive psychology
got me all bothered.

All nasal
blowhard
as if the soul
healed your eccentricity
as if you yourself
held the key
to electricity
cosign my sin
and fill 'er up
Wave.

The cavity
Eros the journey
little chubby lover boy
as if any prize was more majestic than me!

I can hear your numbers approaching
MY infinity.