Sweat seat after a car challenge;
rules are the leader to rage's interior.
Outrage us! Moral it, E! Impossible circle.
Pour me out the asphalt carafe,
I'm steam, I am a dream, unconcatenated
by my thirsty former soul.
A drift's adrift, I get it now,
loomed and domed and cut;
the fates have fits and slip the knot
boat docked music springs
and I carry forth to tarry course
another registrant.
Back on seat and sweat and heat
I'm ruled by passion's peaks,
princip instit sometimes sway
my motive votive spire.
Roman Ryan 