The original beat
is sweet.
It makes me want to shake the meat
that makes me complete.

Ah… yeah.
Shake it.
I am embarrassed to be in this poem
and wish to be somewhere else.
If I could transport myself to be in another poem,
that would be my preference.

But now the beat is back
and I am ready to return to the attack.
This to you may sound wack,
but I am the master of the blasting tracks!

Oh, god. This is not who I thought I’d be at this time of life. I assumed I’d have become a more stable individual,
not restoring to this kind of aggressive machismo
in the middle of a poem.
What man am I?
What have I become?

I have become the lord of assertiveness!
I like to control the aggressiveness!
If you do not like this sort of likeness,
then you can move on, little miss selfishness!

Oh dear, oh dear. Oh dear.
I think this has divided my personality in two
in ways I never dreamed it would do.
I don’t want to have become such cliched identities.
No, I would rather be reconvened as one being again.

Bang! That’s unlikely to happen, son!
I don’t think we’ll even become one!
This is who we are until the song is done –
oh, it’s over…