That's Amperage

When the juice is so high that it squeezes your eyes,
That's amperage.
When it makes a makes a big lightning rod out of your spine,
That's amperage.

Swells and stings when you touch that thing known as bare wiring,
And you sing—no, you're yelling!
Heart's OK, you defibrillate; no, a burning steak
Is not what you are smelling.

When the spark makes you drool like you're kicked in the jewels,
That's amps' fury.
You dance involuntarily; that means you should have worn gloves.
In a trance now, you dream of Sputnik and you think you've seen Yuri.
Fuse, you see, is a safety valve that keeps you from the amps' fury.