Mr. Co-Dexterity

I entered the lines of labrynth paths Enraged with sweat-killing amplitude Mr. Co-Dexterity enticed the wooden frame And neck abound with nickelstring Full of chordal karaoke And notes for not the earnest ears But instead of those with eerie eyes With such handy pattern pro-technique It pains my eyes That proportionalists can hardly see His miscellaneous debris Emerging past the primal rage To the wood, his hands engage Past his primal rage - Mr. Co-Dexterity