Amos Hart--Pious Bastard

   
   "Amos Hart--Pious Bastard"
   
   Amos knew he was a cynic, yet no charlatan, thirsting only after his own pool hall purse, knowing Jesus hung out with Bruce Springsteen types before the rock and roller had money; still, the Boss may not be a bad dude--I don't know him, liking seclusion and the way of a phony ranger, as if the suburbs offer a true camouflage for anything save omnivorous coyotes that are prone to skulk.  
   Amos knew as well:  Every Constellation, including your sign of the Zodiac has planets and stars; plus, moons and more, as if STAR WARS was a mystic's dream, in the genesis, during the 70's, when Carter ruled the roost, and with dignity and truth, doing what he was elected to do, being peaceful and kind; however, war was brewing, and Raygun stepped in, while Amos was trout fishing somewhere in the South-East-Geothirst, never drinking the water which was high in fluoride, yet sharing from Bucko's bowl--his excuse:  He purchased the rock-charged water for his dog--that's what he told the chicks at the pet store, if only to be social, which he was not; next, sweat bullets till a vomit in the alley, thinking maybe they hadn't bathed their corporeal portion, as if only a good set of sniffers make you puke in the sink for no other reason than body odor, but some guys prefer the perfume of girl sweat, yet--not Amos.  Neither did Bucko.