More Hallucinations of a Premature Schizophrenic

Come here, friend, would you mind another tale?
I liked the first one a lot, quite the story to tell...
But now I need another, and so does my breath...
Make it interesting, but don't give it Death.

Golden chocolate trains, line up on the bed.
They rush like sugar, to the mouth in my head...
Some spicy lemon planes to douse those all down.
Into my metal stomach, is where they all drown.

Stalin's a hooker, but he gives good bait.
I'm a sexy catfish, with his whiskers on the plate.
He tempts me once, he tempts me twice.
You can't win, Staley, that's not very nice...

Shackle, shmackle, I'll bond you an age...
Let's make the ginger men our part-time slaves.
We can dance like water drops, we can twirl like fire...
But the blue ones can't play, they have to stay in the mire!

One day I'll be king, and I just can't wait...
These flavors can join me, and you too, playmate.
If they say we're too old, they are probably right...
But they still can't beat us in a acid balloon fight.