Pulp by hemp enumerate quantum wings, 
Gaps underlay sweeping life for a cling on the swing, 
Cups and dust wishing the old ching ching, 
Abrupt chance to harness shillings, 
Swapping 'em slags for a bling bling, 
Clapped in between a broke scene, 
Applaud at a banquet that is serene, 
Taps running out of sweet gin, 
Sharp sounds emanate whilst  I sing, 
Warps of distorted guitar strings, 
Black ops revering legendary kings, 
Lay up jolting up em springs, 
Jump man hovers the ring, 
Scraps of star dust at the fall of a Virgo sign, 
Maps of fury roads fusing a homecoming, 
Grasp a grail and pray for the twin, 
Champagne squirt washing the duck clean.                
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