Pain Threshold

Crank up 100 gecs.
Keep driving down the road.

Pretend this twist’s not yours.
Who owns it, you don’t know.

Pretend it doesn’t hurt,
And when that doesn’t work

(It won’t), chant and bellow
Like an ancient drunkard

Taoist poet who knows
Nothing much worth noting,

Except how to pretend
Nonsense births immortals.