Doc Holliday and G. Gordon Liddy's sophisticated synergy

   
   "Doc Holliday and G. Gordon Liddy's sophisticated synergy"
   
Wyatt Earp, carrying sometimes, a Colt Buntline Special--magnificence galore;
Moreover, a skinny gimp as a lovely friend--no lore,
Yet Doc Holliday could send any man to his mystical end
Without the guilt of an angel he did love lend
Save Texas Jack Vermillion;
Regardless, none of those damn fine cowboys were alien or of the fallen and reptilian;
Specifically, Holliday was fabulously fond of getting in the last vociferous zinger,
Needing a pint of whiskey every morning to get out of bed in the non-humid, Arizona winter,
And while G. Gordon Liddy doesn't abuse the boisterous booze,
He takes Vitamin E for heart health--never does abuse.
All bad asses, so cool--nothing to prove;
Still, there is always those that need a basketball sized Prozac, calming like a Muse;
Indeed, survival is beyond Darwin's lightweight town,
For Ancient Astronaut Theory has a literature more protracted, though like an enigmatic clown.
"You're a daisy if ya do."
Yup, Narcissus had a reflecting clue.