I don't want a dog!
God damnit we've
tarnished our
legacy, tarred
and f eathered
so comp letely
till it ha rdens
in a va rnish
Barnstorming the
beantown suburban
sprawl in search
of hot pots of coffee
and knock kneed
hockey fans
S
O
A (Penis)
R
I
N
G
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, I didn't know
the Byrds had anything
remotely similar
to originality
I stopped listening
when I thought about
Keith Moon sayin,
"I could do better than that!"
Opalescent my my my
Garrison Keiller's winter coat
auctioned off at basement rates
Ranting Raver; CURB YOUR TONGUE, KNAVE!
LIstening to gristle and bone get whittled down to their essence is making me wonder if I have a reason to thank my lucky stars at all.
SOON!
SOON!
I'm coming through.
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