Slags scope my roll...
And get bagged, postal,
Fragged by Loki's flow!

Dragged over coals so I can roast a show.
Tagged when I fast-react, psychosocial!
Lagging back, coast slow

No bull in my rags, just a full mag of braggadocio!

I'm an off the wall stinger.
A rhyme volley from top bringer.
My timeless folly? Never stop the wringer!

She's my polyglot singer.
Minds crawling the spot, slingers!
Zinger designs they've called me? Means not a thing to her!

Like telling time from Dali clocks, we wing it for sure!

Spiking and scrounging prose,
I was just practicing getting above.
But like the Counting Crows?

I ended up "Accidentally in Love."

What amounts I s'pose,
From magically fitting what shows:
Steel hand, velvet glove.

Tracks incidentally spin from the buzz.

People tell me to keep it positive.
Sheeple reap the odds I give.
A quick peep and nod to how I live!

Fast mental snacks make me laugh.
Think so far back to find links in disparate tracks.
From close enough, perfection is marred vast.

So I grow a rough collection of bars to blast!

A little sum, of riddles to run.
I whittle flares from the sun,
And spit my dares under the gun! 

prepare for a world without care.