"A song for Jango Fett (4)"
Slave 1 rocketed Milky Waywards in the Year of Our Lord, 1985,
Before a suavely cool, 21st Century President got phobic about bulldog politicians alive--
Sublime leaders should love wacky monks even if unto the Otherworld they dive;
Anyway, near where Crockett and Tubbs incarcerated an IBS patient for marijuana ingestion;
Next, American prison rapes with rancorous beef injection;
Regardless, Jango Fett anchored Slave 1 on Orlando's Disney,
Thinking their princesses non-curvy and kinda swizzle stick pretty--
But YUM, them Mandalorian women,
Which drive warriors to mate for life if they want their nutsac to keep on living;
Still, Jango cleared his mind of It's a Small World Jedi-Mind-Tricking his brain,
Attempting to find mystical Miska and her punkish, sub-cultural fame;
Fortunately, she spotted him first,
Crashing through Dumbo's ears in her Rock the Casbah hearse--
She knew his armor gleamed with true celestial steel
Instead of child-safe plastic that fooled Disney's kids into admitting myth sooooo real.
