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