"NASHVILLE-LAND"
Dodging Buford T. Justice in Hot Pursuit--
But hell--I didn't thieve no loot;
Anyway, dragged my coyote ugly into Brewhouse West,
Got a Bud Heavy and took in the rest;
Specifically, a well-crafted bartender busty in the heart,
Craving my intestinal tract to have another beer and start
Downloading her fixed boobies into my 12 year old brain,
Playing with the information like T.S. Eliot did his wastelanding cane.
"Coxswain, lacking firm, symmetrical cutlass"
They royally raised me from salting sea biscuits since a luscious lass--
Now: a hooked coxswain, never iceberging, yet anchoring hooked near an island's grass;
Alas, I watch the Jack o' Cups admire the mighty 6-pounders,
And I never holystone the poop deck as if the landlocked founders;
Still, when glancing starboard into the Moon-kissed sea,
I experience male envy--wishing I could unsheath the sabre, dropping in a well-aimed pee.
"Chronic Pain And American Theocracy"
Believing your "large and in charge" morality heals--
You should sense how an agonizing bowel evacuation of bloody anemia feels;
Moreover, "plant life" is the mysterious synergy of life and death,
But those Darwinian folk fit--they believe it all to be like the wickedly jury-rigged meth
Till they have crippling OCD with Tics that suck social thoughts into a quasi-telepathic brain,
Making an abused mind feel like Mitt Romney's dog strapped on a car or bullet train;
Regardless, the mystic crank William Blake birthed poetry for their flaws, kinda/sorta singing:
"The moral christian is the cause for the unbeliever and their laws."
"WASP--the unappreciated"
May Howard the Duck
Bring you aquatic luck;
Moreover, Wasp (Janet van Dyne)
Is short brown hair and Hershey Bar eyes so fine;
Hence, seek sometimes the virtue of a woman in the vice squad,
Unless she moonlights as a Hong Kong bawd;
Regardless--Wasp deserves a hint of comic-kind adoration
From us compulsive fans, usually submitting to a more "Busty" superheroine fixation.
"Surmising Benign Cosmetic Surgery"
A nice, little nip or aqua-lipo suck here and there--
As long as not chasing the euphoria, which births despair.
Truly, members of my extended family can't manifest facial expression,
Yet my cackle of crazy reserves not any objection;
Moreover, the well-groomed Secretary of State Kerry
Is better off for not being the high-jinks of Vice-Presidential cotton-candy;
Alas, cloned from Lincoln in a secret government lab--I do surmise,
Reflecting the physical image of President Abe--long reach + a no-mustache beard could rise.
"Chief Mojo Risin'"
Don't judge Chief Mojo Risin'
Till you've walked
Two Moons in his moccasins.
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Awkward Iowa, yet awesome. A singular counter.
President knocked the skin off the ball last night.
Still, $15,000 a year, and less, kinda/sorta grand slam.
Regardless: Imagination & Hard Work offer capable synergy. One without the other amounts to hard knocks.
Moreover, everybody has a story to tell--EVERYBODY.
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Here is a pic of the Wheaten Terrier & the moccasins (washed monthly) I've worn religiously for the last three years save a few exceptions.
Too: America is still Boss!
"Supergirl and Bush League education"
Some folk prefer the full bush
Instead of well-manicured ivy allowing a superior action into mundane push;
Moreover, some folk fancy that their shit never stinks--
To think yours doesn't crafts a myriad of phony finks--
We are America--never dictated by singular reason,
Yet alive in the rainbow glow of every different, shimmering season!!!
Thus, what makes any soul better?
Wise humility and gentle acknowledgment of a buxom babe in tight-knit sweater.
