Randomness at its zenith

Randomness at its zenith

I seem to be slowing down, need some randomness tonic.

Let the blood become blue, let the axel cut the lock, let me stay numb.

I left 3 sore, knocked down 4 and swept 5 off the floor.

Shes opening, but do I want it.

Bhav-khav can be anybody, but I'm me.

I'm the king who doesnt have a harem, I'm ashamed.

I say bye bye, you fuck off.

Its not arts and humanities