No more ego

Silk brows raised to send you overseas is part of the ritual. Here’s a gossip, burn yourself with it before you run out of stew. Your perspective is skewed, flatten it with a steamroller, smoke some tar to awaken the idle rain. Double it up, throw your cards at the ovaries to level up. You’re ready to take off, write your obituary after landing. End of quote. At last, the sedative is in the sewer. Bullseye, the dart screams at the inspector, call a rubber ducky. There is no more ego.