Ode to Jango Fett

   
   "Ode to Jango Fett"
  
   You bastards, just joking, possibly; anyway, he didn't need no wussified light-sword, nor the power of the Force flowing through him, for he had balls of steel, and you wish, but:  make sure to wish on white, brother, and I love ya.
   You don't bitch at someone unless you love them.  If you don't correct their errors; next, you're the son of a bitch.  Rebuke your brother, and never say Godspeed, unless you're sending them to Christ, who looks better than Brad Pitt, and sits at the back of the bar, nobody behind him, like Han Solo, knowing:  hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid; however, Vader proved him wrong, for the moment, and he screwed his daughter--it all equals out.
   So, know:  cult is having a spec of attention, yet it rages, potently.  Jango Fett is pure, pulsating cult.  Always a pleasure to meet an angel--he might say.