A Somber Contestant, a Host in Himself

He Hates Everyone Out Of His Hidden Shell

Emerges to Score and To Skip off The Mesh

He Is a Mere Shadow of His Former Flesh

Against The World's Irreversible Fate

There's Hardly a Matter worth Altering Rates

He Has His Own Way Which Is Straight and Shrill

Relieving the Strain in the Heat of the Field

An Ironside

All Magnetized

About To Fight

Remains Precise

Downleft Downright

A Careful Sight

A Rifle Shot

Never Misses Sexual Targets

From Smoke into Smother He Raises a Bout

Flies into the Face of the Boisterous Rout

His Clouds Are Enough to Distinguish the Sun

Within A Strong Clincher He Snatches the Gun

Beyond Reclaim

Intensive Pains

Still On the Trail

Appear To Fail

So Hard At Hand

Restless and Damned

Off The Land

He Crimps Himself to the Ecstatic Service