insidious agitation

I've always had this
tremendous drumbeat
uproar
inside my spiral navel
nothing keeps me still
Byron hasn't met me
except maybe in a wild dream
where we fought a passion-play
for the worst pasquil
damn coffee aroma
symbiotically alludes to sex
its after steam
beneficial necessities escape me
I possess none
all I have is a few sacks
of puss in boots
I don't want to pretend
luckily I don't have to shave my face, Byron,
if i did
I'd be the most intimidating
scarface you've ever seen
legs and else will survive