Pent up I live
Tuned up i sit.
Topped up I stand
Lighted up I walk.
Well, you may find it quixotic
well that is me in topic
totally was into frolic
now going very hectic.
With that the nerve centre of work turns thick
have to move about with a kick
lest would be left behind from the pick
as everything is ruled by the stick.
Now I live with a feel.
never attempting to steal
trying to go with a heal
that is the end of the deal.
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