Export strength is your usual:
I import every weak.
High tar is your choice:
Asphalt my dark voice.

You float over all that shit:
I'm going potty away from the flowers.
You love your doves and casual blacks:
I'm spilling my easier lacks.

You cough me up hyperactivity:
I'm sleeping through the mornings.
You're sniffing from the bag:
I'm sticking with my gag.

You're gifted with fluidity:
I'm lightened by your laugh.
You accelerate, whizzy and fast:
I dehydrate, dizzy at last.

You're doing welding balloons:
I've just tried hot air.
You've done countless lines:
I never remember mine.

You chase dragons.
I follow rats.