T wo-talented like virtual playboy
R eflecting stars in ancient stylish mirror,
A nnoyed no more - there's nothing to annoy,
N o more neglected by the Total Zero -
S oon he will change this pennyweight of Troy,
F ade in this rosen purples of Cairo.
O , my effulgent, outrageous hero,
R ight, right you are, and thus - all hands ahoy!
M illenniums of powerful descents,
A eons of growing movements in the Substance.
T he Sense-in-Being, maybe Being Incense,
I s what you have to find at Poet's Customs.
O utperform yourself or otherwise
N obody'll win for you that cursed sur-prize.