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