Werefox Vaquero--Han and Chewie

   
   "Werefox Vaquero--Han and Chewie"
   
   Jeremy didn't give a rat's pseudo-royal ass about indoctrination and falsehoods--as long as you lived the Multiversal energy that you are, more or less. What--he never pondered?  Cause they call him a midget with short limbs--appendages made for the characters of Lord of the Rings?  Throw that damn ring away--you stupid hobbit; indeed, that was Jeremy's philosophical gripe.  But he knew:  ask any Bush League cop or cotton-picking attorney, too lazy, unlike Grant and Sherman, to pick their own shit, if they know the Ten Commandments?  Mostly, no cops or attorneys residing in the United States of America can quote the Ten Commandments, nor the Beatitudes, yet proclaim to be law enforcement--what, unjust law?  Of course.  What, are you Harvard Law?  Nope.  Berkeley?  Even Philip K. Dick dropped out of Berkeley to work @ a record store, and wrote the greatest of science fiction in a weird hippie era, after being hit by a pink laser beam, so he claimed, and still he transcends the mosh-pit of modern humanity.
  Put theoretical physicist Michio Kaku on any stand in a courtroom--in this not so free america, kinda/sorta limp--and he will tear any phony lawyer to pussafied pieces.  What--there is everlasting to everlasting?  Ancient Hebrews that accepted True Law and made a Divine Exodus from slavery?  Like Moses, what is your problem?  Get your older brother Aaron with the topaz breastplate, and we can get the hell out of here--I'm tell'n ya.  Infinite possibilities, AND BEYOND--IMPERATIVE!  
   Jeremy knew there was no hope.  A twisted, phony America.  Paul Ryan--a prep-school brat.  And Rand Paul gets rolled cause he's a Libertarian, not into the phony bologna?  He stood up, while the gremlin attorney general camouflages vociferous acts in a rear-view mirror?  Jeremy wondered if it was legal to ponder truth.
   He cleaned his tire iron with a baby wipe.  Headed to the Suzuki motor-scooter, of sorts.  Cranked the dual-exhaust to a sputtering life.  Next, gone, and alive--for now.  Like Han and Chewie, smuggling for gangsters, cause the Empire is crooked as shit.  Thank God for Lando.  He even was a guest-star on the Jeffersons.  A damn fine show.  Ya know.