books and engines do not match

loaded with growling weapon, attention span spun

an upgraded extension of his ego beckon

on four wheels, cups echoing off the kitchen sink

I wouldn’t have thought of it, he needs a shrink

but he doesn’t know it, overstepping boundaries of my books shrine, I reckon

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