I entered the lines of labrynth paths   Enraged with sweat-killing amplitude   Mr. Co-Dexterity enticed the wooden frame   And neck abound with nickelstring      Full of chordal karaoke   And notes for not the earnest ears,   But instead of those with eerie eyes   With such handy pattern pro-technique,   It pains my eyes   That proportionalists can hardly see   His miscellaneous debris      Emerging past the primal rage   To the wood, his hands engage   Past his primal rage - Mr. Co-Dexterity