"Marie Santo: French Burrito"
Je vous salue, Marie,
Your unearthly spirit is luminously pretty;
Thus, dissolve your medical marijuana under your tongue for OCD;
Next, engage in the play of love with your Catholic mechanic, having matrimony,
For you love baseball in the City of Angels,
And soon a holy daughter will womb extend--a mirror image of navels
With you;
You are the magnanimous glue
Of America,
Giving no hysteria.
"A song for Jango Fett (4)"
Slave 1 rocketed Milky Waywards in the Year of Our Lord, 1985,
Before a suavely cool, 21st Century President got phobic about bulldog politicians alive--
Sublime leaders should love wacky monks even if unto the Otherworld they dive;
Anyway, near where Crockett and Tubbs incarcerated an IBS patient for marijuana ingestion;
Next, American prison rapes with rancorous beef injection;
Regardless, Jango Fett anchored Slave 1 on Orlando's Disney,
Thinking their princesses non-curvy and kinda swizzle stick pretty--
But YUM, them Mandalorian women,
Which drive warriors to mate for life if they want their nutsac to keep on living;
Still, Jango cleared his mind of It's a Small World Jedi-Mind-Tricking his brain,
Attempting to find mystical Miska and her punkish, sub-cultural fame;
Fortunately, she spotted him first,
Crashing through Dumbo's ears in her Rock the Casbah hearse--
She knew his armor gleamed with true celestial steel
Instead of child-safe plastic that fooled Disney's kids into admitting myth sooooo real.
"A song for Jango Fett (3)"
1985--
Reagan thriving, nuclear, and wisely alive;
Moreover, a simple girl trying to make her way in the Multiverse,
Singing punk rock and moonlighting by way of piloting a hearse
Adored the conscious effulgence of shimmering stars;
Mystically keen that a steeled bounty hunter had once been, long ago, to Mars;
Thus, disgusted with liar reptilians perverting the nature of Eve and Adam--
This Floridian punk rocker, Miska, sent timeless turquoise communication beyond the chasm--
Jango Fett heard the past resonating from his nearby approach to the Moon Ooba,
Punching Slave 1 in the time-traveling direction of Miska's once courageous swim from Cuba;
Alas, could this awesome aura of stone-cold man
Rescue her from the demon-haunted Earth--her besmirched homeland?
* * *
M & M: Mystics and Mutts. Miska's Band. Here's a sub-cultural song sung in the underground, Reagan era:
My half-brothers are ugly cause my step-dad,
Him a reptile from Serpens Constellation, and proudly glad--
Hubris fuels his wicked soul
Thanks to THE FORCE I will not be sucked into the Black Hole.
"Misinformation in the good ol' USA"
Cunning coyotes (death lessons) slaughtered in aimless score,
Yet domesticated dogs kill a plethora of people, myriads more;
Next, uncouth terrorists labeled idealists gelling with their religion pure,
But unaware, are they, of Arch-Angel Gabriel giving the gift of literacy to poets sure;
Moreover, the poppy is the physics of the Dao Symbol, being both life and death,
Yet regulators on life make the fooled use it like meth;
Alas, sow the American Indian Seed--not the dirt devils pushed by government agencies,
For introspective freedom drives the fork-tongued crazy.
"Wonder Woman and organic, seedless watermelon"
Green Arrow wears not day-glow shoes, like the quintessential nurse,
Her usually a freak, hiding a panty hamster in a fancy purse;
Regardless, Green Arrow straps on the steel of the Mentally Divine,
Shooting a high-tech wonder's captain courageous at super-villains lacking spiritual sublime;
Thus, is it a sin for the Emerald Archer to make a long-shot pass?
For he too is enamored by super-human buxom and Amazonian sass;
Alas, to practice--he fornicated with an organic, seedless watermelon,
But what can you expect from a super-hero with a show only on television.
Still, he tries--
Doing even what the frog-like mammalian Yoda might despise.
"Negativity Attempts 2 Tower Divine Clarity"
And SpongeBob with the beautacious cyborg gel with gregarious glee--c'mon man! Enjoy the frosty overflow of honey-made love, dripping from the lips of the icy cool--they have carried your burden of shame; they have completed the guilt you've tossed upon them. And why do they call the Blessed NUNS? Cause they get none save the Best of Luv.
THE GREEKS
They know the outward shews of this life present, but of the next life are they careless.
And on the day when the Hour shall arrive, the guilty shall be struck dumb for despair.
JOHN
Jesus wept.
BIRDMAN--regal resurrection of fun flight, defeating even the contempt of gravity.
"Flowers of Abraham; plus, Ronald Raygun"
Sending a Catholic child to Protestant school, met a Christian, more than a few,
Where they preached Jesus' love yet dismissed the Virgin's Azure Hue--
Yet no boiling anger, nor did I admire foolish pain,
For Tebow's true play on the knowing turf displayed game's everlasting reign.
Near Quotes:
THE COW
they who follow the Jewish religion, and the Christians--whoever of these believe in God and the last day, and doeth that which is right, shall have their reward with their Lord.
THE SPOILS
plotted against thee, to detain thee prisoner, or to kill thee, or to banish thee: They plotted--but God plotted: and of the plotters is God the best!
LEVITICUS/MARK
Love thy neighbor!!!
RONALD REAGAN
And I ask you--are they not already among us?
"A song for Jango Fett (2)"
Blowing past two Republic fighters did Fett's ship Slave 1 jet clear,
Armed with monstrous artillery that one-day the mighty Chewbacca would fear;
Indeed, Jango's swift ship was mercurial through the shimmering spangle of outer space,
And after wasting the Republic fighters in a cosmic race
He grinned real wide with a toothy smile shown by pearl-white teeth,
And over the comlink was braggadocious with eloquently polite speech;
Thus, the Republic pilots joked right back,
Them not wanting to be under Jango's bad mess of an attack,
Knowing he was the apex of Bounty Hunters armed with an arsenal galore,
Being able with his "Blade-in-the-hole" suavity to gut a Gamorrean Guard to the core,
And he was not just internal steel but also mentally wise;
Hence, the Republic let him freely though the Galaxy to shady deals surmise;
Specifically, they allowed anything his icy cool did desire,
Not wanting to end up blasted repeatedly on a metaphorical funeral pyre.
"Milky Maternal"
Girls dating, yet he never makes suggestive pass;
Specifically, his bizarre eyes into the Otherworld, scoping beyond the glamour of corporeal ass;
As a result, when humanity might hint forth from his vociferous lips,
Their boyfriends threaten, as if he's leather-clad Elvis gyrating targeted hips;
Alas, know: He only wants to sweetly Sinbad, sailing without submarine around their world;
Next, drinking Milky Maternal, threading soul--giving decorative purled.
"A song for Jango Fett"
INTRO:
Jango Fett
Was not in spiritual debt;
Moreover, he didn't need a Jedi-forged Lightsaber,
Nor did he nastily desire Princess Leia in her slave-girl suit as Jabba's party favor;
Specifically, Jango was just as tough as Darth Vader,
Having held more than his own with Obi-Wan Kenobi's turquoise-hued saber;
Indeed, Jango didn't succumb or need mind tricks and fancy flips,
But only self-confidence and to draw his laser pistols swift from his hips.
Verily, Jango Fett had never met
Any Jedi that with he'd lose a bet,
For Jango was a simple man through and through,
Strong as a RANCOR because he forced himself to
Be tough and courageous no matter what,
Not minding that his genes were to be cloned though he might be a Mandalorian mutt;
Furthermore, this is a tale of Jango before
Mace Windu opened up Heaven's Door,
And mind you--that if Jango would've had both pistols and his jet-pack,
Mr. Swift to violence "Windu" would've been blasted, and Jango's head still intact--
Now wends a saga before Boba was born,
When Jango Fett fought against the stink of scorn
Upon a green Moon named Ooba,
Where did croon space celebrities on many a robotic guitar and tuba--
Like this,
Jango did KISMET kiss . . .
"Her Austerity Requires No Overhaul"
Hubris haunts her NOT--
American Freedom should be wise enuff to allow legal pot;
Regardless, a quasi-ascetic ornamented with crayon-like pimples,
She mystically moves without revealing her nipples;
Moreover, not bought and sold by many bills showcasing Grover Cleveland,
For she is secure by way of her boyfriend's Nashville Predator wedding band.
"Salut The Late Late Show"
Six-packing till labor by necessity morningways,
Spent in the 1990's while imbibing Tom Snyder's rainbow-hued airwaves;
Specifically, Baa Baa Black Sheep strolling Central Park @ night to chisel martial arts,
Or Spaceman forging maple syrup while releasing brilliant, literary farts,
And Mr. Blake communicating with lizards under rocks,
Spying mystic television like the elusive, uncanny fox.
"Multiversal Mutt (4) Sports for utopia"
Franny politely piloted the Junkyard Bone to the crescent Moon. Jerky lifts his leg in the acquiesce of a humbled litter box. They view Mother Earth within the gleam of internal cockpit light--and wonder . . .
FRANNY
Blue for sorrow, for peace--
JERKY
For your freaky hair--you appear Jokerish. And no hilarity about goading United States into frivolous war to boast of muscle--everybody knows--saw C. Thomas Howell in RED DAWN.
FRANNY
I hate to semi-quote Pounding, but: There died a myriad, and of the best among them--for a botched civilization--for an old bitch gone in the teeth.
JERKY
Sports! Sports! Sports! Contact too--like a dry hump. Mandela knew to get in the ring, or piss yourself on da turf instead of being a tool. That's how to release the seed during utopia. Get in da ring! Everybody but United States and Canada fear the pigskin hit.
"Multiversal Mutt (3) Frozen Han Solo"
After deliciously digesting Mister Chicken's cerebral cuisine, Franny and Jerky poke their way back into the Silky Milky Way, anchoring the Junkyard Bone on an asteroid outside of Pluto.
FRANNY
I bet it's colder than Calrissian's carbonite outside.
JERKY
I kept drawing pictures of a frozen Han Solo, compulsively, when I was a pup in doggy school. And I used to put him in water in my dog bowl and freeze him in the fridge. Kenner builds an enduring action figure. My G.I. JOE people always fell apart though--they were screwed together ya see.
FRANNY
I surmise Captain Solo really really liked Princess Leia's buns.
JERKY
A hot dog between 'em would be yummalicious. Plus, with a dab of Miracle Whip it would have some tang.
FRANNY
Gross--you're such a dude Jerky. Looks outside the cockpit. Holy crap--there's an Irish beast laying on an asteroid futon.
"Multiversal Mutt (2) An eye for a kiss"
Beyond the cream of the Milky Way, into the oncoming merge of the Andromeda Galaxy, Franny and Jerky hook-up the Junkyard Bone with the esoteric Sal Monella, her piloted by Mister Chicken--they share food communion and wacky symposium.
MISTER CHICKEN
Why do them hens think I wanna engage in getting laid for an egg?
JERKY
Yup--every pup not want to tame tail. Some are there just cause firm, symmetrical, and motherly milkshakes brought 'em to da yard.
FRANNY
So true guys; next, if you don't give it to a wanting female--she selfishly invokes demonic revenge; as a result--just hold up a magical mirror to them; reptiles hate noticing themselves.
"Multiversal Mutt"
Dramatis Personae
FRANNY: Catholic girl from L.A., tempted by Goth girl wardrobe from the 20th Century; however, remained iconically cool, shopping at Walmart before her evolution into the Junkyard Bone, a Moon-forged cargo ship armed with a dairy bar.
JERKY: A complicated configuration of every canine, birthed in the Otherworld, yet constantly fluxing within the Creamy Milky Way. Too, like all canines, telepathic; plus, has an intrinsic love for all friendly, honest creatures.
Leaving the Moon's potential for mining, without pissing off the inhabitants and spiritual forces of geology, Franny pilots the Junkyard Bone through the rings of Saturn.
FRANNY
I really dig chocolate and Kristy Swanson as BUFFY, but the strawberries and cream shake is as yummy as the mocha.
JERKY
Got milk--nope!?! Maybe a milk-bone . . .
FRANNY
Thank the stars President Obama nuked the Moon in the early 21st Century--that old piece of rock has potential to feed the Earth.
JERKY
Read my mind--c'mon, c'mon, try Franny. Sing or say what I'm thinking.
FRANNY
Crap. Ok--chicken pecking is first in line--lead with your head and recline. Too, you really enjoyed television during the Carter Administration. And no--he didn't have a peanut picture stamped on the hood of his automobile.
JERKY
Now, now too. What am I thinking girl?
FRANNY
God spank the Queen! Really loudly.
JERKY
Reagan built the MX monster, as big as King Kong. Freaked the hell outta the Soviet Union.
FRANNY
British, not all, are infected by the snobbery of reptilians God Bless 'em. Christ was too deliciously kind to kill snakes. Just yet anyway . . .
JERKY
You're getting good at this.
FRANNY
And all I know is that my mutt is really freaking weird. Oh shit, the rings of Saturn look like little stones.
JERKY
Bones!?! You said it out loud--I didn't really hear you.
"Gospel of Coyote"
1.) Reminded of the Holy Spirit's Crystal Eternal, Buzz wormholed homewards.
2.) Amidst the highly-moist weeping of Mary of Nazareth, crying remembrance of Her tears captured by Italian mystics during the spiritual forge of the Renaissance.
3.) I glared upon the effulgent Virgin, knowing and a bit aware of Her knowledge concerning Jesus' tortured futurity.
4.) Humbled by a beastly, vermin-like introduction to such chaste and charitable glamour, I dropped my large, pointy ears, retaining aspects of humanity, and I made an eager oath to Coyote Cool that I would be a servant and companion to young Jesus.
5.) Mary turned to me with an eternal eye, loving yet worried about my lack of adherence to legal dogma; still, Her entrails, which birthed a Messiah, allowed Her tolerance of my bizarre, time-traveling and animal MORPH. She wanted to offer toothy smile, and I forced upon Jesus' infant face a bad boy grin by way of sweetly licking the incarnate flesh that 21st Century Disciples would feed me on Holy Occasion.
6.) Next, I kissed His feet with wet nose till tingling His toes; then, I offered a mild "Yip" at Israeli Moon, doing a mercurial spin to make sure my fluffy tail was still there, before giving it a mortified nibble in order to produce a vocal cry of weird, coyote elation.
7.) Mary laughed holy bubbles--so floataciously fun, knowing I would be better entertainment than SpongeBob on Blu-ray. Yup--a singular coyote, once tamed. Once. For legalism birthed into suffering, which is the flesh of mankind.
"The American Banana-Man"
Holy Christ--I don't follow Thee
Outta naivety;
Moreover, did You hurt those boys as a child Yourself uncanonized?
Regardless, You are the Son of God materialized!!!
Codex Sinaiticus indicates (either way) Divinity--
As scribbled super-symmetrical scribes armed with benevolent OCD;
Still, strict/conservative souls are phobic concerning the American Banana-Man,
Blinding their wives as best they can,
Terrified folk will mutate into whores
If we allow Liberty, which might offer the view of glimmering galores;
Thus, they cruelly cage and steal our eyes;
Indeed, we are not allowed Liberty to realize.
Verily, all wives may not prefer the greater glam,
And smoke might not always damn;
Alas, for some--yes,
But they were already a mess,
So instead of peeling away the bacteria-ridden skin--
You guys and gals push your clothed poison in.
So who might be the American Banana-Man?
Not every fool eats every hamburger that they can.
"Four-Leaf Clover Mystery"
Patrick, once a suffering slave;
Next, a Holy Saint made,
Holding up the sublime shamrock to explain the Trinity,
Yet the fourth leaf offers a lucky charm or that the Co-Redemptrix can offer free;
Indeed, forged in the cellular womb of the Virgin,
Feeding humanity's life-force to God's Seed from Her sacred urging--
There is no denying God's Loving Heart--
He that sometimes bleeds us in order for eternal life to start.
And as the Disciples did ask the Christ:
"Rabbi, is this man blind because of his sins or that of his folk?"
To which Christ did reply with Holy Smoke:
"Neither, yet so that you may know--I AM LORD."
Alas, at THAT TIME--Returns the King with healing sword.
"WARNING: Bloody Bowels = No Friends"
Ulcerative Colitis taunts with a singular sanguinary squirt--
Believe me brother--it thunderously does hurt;
Moreover, amplify that chronically--like numerous times;
Plus, combine OCD with Tics; next, you spawn compulsive rhymes
About being an unappreciated, grotesque warrior,
Being more cursed than damns you does your ex-wife's unscrupulous lawyer;
Alas, agonizing grief is sincerely observed
When your physiology drips fecal gore, evolving you even more perturbed--
And the cancer risks after nearly two decades rise everyday,
Or a crappy pouch fixed to your gutted side, pushing friends even farther away--
So, what to a girl is wise to say?
"Could you fancy a guy who wears crimson diapers almost everyday?"
Yup, I kissed a girl, and she didn't like it;
Also, a clinical psychologist says I'm a fantastic freak, and there's no denying it,
But who am I to complain?
When of Christ's Lamb-like blood did I selfishly drain;
Specifically, the blood is the life!!!
Thus, I imbibe the ichor of the ultimate demigod sooooo nice.
"Spike and the Coyotes"
Contemplating solitude under a fedora's shade,
Snoopy's brother, Spike, humbly felt like he had it made,
Watching the Phoenix Coyotes on the cooling ice,
Where Westwards wending offered mercy and solace so nice;
Alas, he thirsted for his family far off and away,
Yet cleaning for the Coyote Family blessed his every day,
For they're axiomatic survivors--through and through,
Unlike Governor Perry--him shooting a hex upon his jogging shoe.
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