Hope Dad is not watching

 
   "Hope Dad is not watching"
   
   From the genesis, woken up to fabrication, exploitation, manipulation, and the erasing of folks and their internal selves; thus, the Mockingbird cries, yet somehow, remembers.  All that money and control . . .
   Just trucks, flags, breaking bread with the Gentiles, and offering a shock of witness, nothing more than a portion of ourselves, whatever that is, and we kinda know.
   Heavens first; next, here.  All connected, yet their glamour done gone goofball, and in the Heavens, like a football game on Friday--high school, no pressure Chief, and none.  The blonde cheerleader--come on, not you mousy-brown girls, the real blondes, ya know.  But it's all nice, if aligned with the process of a free will free-falling forward.  
   And to think that NASCAR doesn't have more, or any, inside tracks.  What a show.  And the purple pollution of it all.  Buddy Baker?  Was that his name?  And number 43.