Fast-Bang Pooper Doop
Lacking worth, but warming over
Switch on the varnishing tact for rewards
Taste is solely for lords and dandies
Wring out, shine up, the brightest turd in the world

Take enough to last a lonely ride
Taste enough to acclimate or cry

Back and forth, grizzled over
After the flavor is hacked to the winds
Wretched but shrugging
A single action

We knew, give or take
That polish lasted a day, tops