I woke up feeling numb like I was waking from surgery,
Lights flashing in my head like there was an emergency.
Urgently, I searched for fervency, but words were not curbin' me,
So instead I turned my back to the city, like Ron Burgundy.
I layed low in my complex, like witness protection,
Like the son of man, equipped with perfection.
But my quick-wit aggression, couldn't stick to the question,
So I put in change to make it drop, like Chicklets in pension.
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