Limbo like this

 
Your'e a band, a girdle, a limbus braid
almost golden, shade of infant, mouth of hydro candy, pass it on,
lip to soul
I shall unloose, Give me your war, Manscape
More earth than a red Adam,
abstract and greatly unappreciated , see?
Human and mercurial
So limbo like this,
sexed out and cool,
I think the sun and dirt agrees,
that there's no stick exist between myself and myself.