Come in, take a seat, be even-keel
On the throne of your self, we’ll make things real.
Clearer like that? Or this? Or not?
Which little penny fits which little slot?

Well, it’s ABC when I speed along the top,
But it’s LSD when I swivel down the drop.
Sharper like so? Or sharper like so?
You can borrow my brain if you still don’t know.

Well, the first dine’s crear, then it’s bust a mear
As I jint into the flirop of an unspel arear
And a rainbow of a rumour of a world gone blind
From excess of humour, too much matter over mind.
But you don’t have to see to agree what you got:
Not one penny! No effin’ slot!