One you provide, you’ll alchemize,
Turn that *poop* into red wine,
Heart locked up, but third eye open wide,
Let Pan enter and roam around inside
A mere vessel, eardrums a passage
As the two shake hands, and you leave the head.
Limbs flail to 100 bpm,
Joints unhinge, necks crack, fully possessed,
Manic energy, a bowl of spaghetti,
Nourishment for the starving crowd.