Goa'uld,
that flashes in one of my many souls.
As some fiction,
Stargate sucks hard,
but retains properties lending the merit
of my focus.
In a nearby dream/stream,
I'm the Grand Prix driver
every woman in that audience
is screaming for.
Gotta indulge yourself
sometimes when the truth is bleak.
Like when you have no limbs
you have to navigate empty space
without the thrusters.
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