The gift his father gave him
Came straight from God
"Journey onward, Son
Through porcupine nights and daffodil days..."
This was in 19 something and 5
Before the rise of the faceless union
In the heart of Mork and Mindy
Spit through tubeless transportation
This catastrophic nightmare endured
Just a burning fart away
From the terminal tooth decay
The landscapes
The algoythms
Penelope
The head shrinkers
We're all too much
Like a sunburn in the arctic
The best Elvis on Earth
The final calculation of slaughtered Indians
On reruns of Rawhide
Redboots picked up a rock
And threw it through an adjacent window
Angry looking people sat luridly in the press box
And the lucky passers-by who stood
Gawking at the new messiah
If you're gonna take a look
Do it by the book
Question the plot?
Obviously not
And the last thing under construction was my mind...


