"A song for Jango Fett (3)"
1985--
Reagan thriving, nuclear, and wisely alive;
Moreover, a simple girl trying to make her way in the Multiverse,
Singing punk rock and moonlighting by way of piloting a hearse
Adored the conscious effulgence of shimmering stars;
Mystically keen that a steeled bounty hunter had once been, long ago, to Mars;
Thus, disgusted with liar reptilians perverting the nature of Eve and Adam--
This Floridian punk rocker, Miska, sent timeless turquoise communication beyond the chasm--
Jango Fett heard the past resonating from his nearby approach to the Moon Ooba,
Punching Slave 1 in the time-traveling direction of Miska's once courageous swim from Cuba;
Alas, could this awesome aura of stone-cold man
Rescue her from the demon-haunted Earth--her besmirched homeland?
* * *
M & M: Mystics and Mutts. Miska's Band. Here's a sub-cultural song sung in the underground, Reagan era:
My half-brothers are ugly cause my step-dad,
Him a reptile from Serpens Constellation, and proudly glad--
Hubris fuels his wicked soul
Thanks to THE FORCE I will not be sucked into the Black Hole.
