When I slide it in the slot to press
the buttons in their order, wait,
I'm empire-building. Damn straight.
I'm Genghis Khan. Yes ma'am. I guess
I am embarrassing. I guess I'm done.
Maybe nothing beats the nothingness.
Maybe all I need is this depletion
and not French poems or drunk chess.
Maybe I take the antihistamine
and it doesn't stop me operating.
Simple physics, Little Richard.
If my appetite intensifies my vigilance
I'd say that's my lookout, and my business.
Then I'd say, here, take my card.
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