Rap Sheet

Think I'm on the fritz or in on the fix. 
Don't forget the first rule of I.T. 
Turn me off if you can, your casual majesty. 
So kind to invite peasants to the pageant. 
If my dreams be damned, do your damndest. 

Do you ever think you might be the devil?
Why did I ask you a question so evil?

Think you're genuflecting and genuinely freaked. 
Don't judge all of me by my internet rap sheet. 
Turn you on if I can, you're above all that. 
Why don't you taste aloof, isn't proof 
in your pudding?
I resent my ravenous swallows and gulping. 

Can I ever get a win by right of karma?
Dressed as a far-fetched dues ex machina?

Think we're overdressed and underthinking 
how power thinks better of staying uncoupled. 
Word to the rising, SO homo, hot mofo. 
Hapless my incantations, 
incandescent he strutted. 
0 Fool most beloved, from the 
Tower defenestrated. 

What delicate flavors of pinwheeling divinity?
Is the psychic sky just one angry entity?