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Must be piped dreams,
It would seem, 2b gleaned
While I whistle themes of Mayberry,
Hoping my familiarity with Dixie, General-lee(ly)
Will cause pause by patty-rollers to miss me
Ice grills, no frills, sentenced to life of ills of wills
Meanwhile, cops menace like rottweiler, runnin’ wilder, wildin’ still
I own my own teeth, to shy to smile, lactose intolerant, just sayin’ no to cheese
Shoot maybe its just the whites of them “I”s that mark this pyre, all crossed up
No glee, but expect me to show passion for cause, because its patriotic and lawful
Caroling clause, no mas, no mas, not even for Santa Claus, always was quixotic
Madd quite stark raving, owning channels of entertainment, parroting protesting Polly
Talking mutts, claiming pure bred, but really breast fed by slain babies mamas
Crazily believing in the House of Obamas’, out to harm their health and welfare
Streams of consciousness must be running wryly dry, as masses stream going live lives
Supremacy has polluted the pseudo tributary, so I just pass on sipping such bottled water
No mainlining for me in such veins, historical occlusion requires all such proofs 2b soulfully alkaline
Here’s hoping the water you consume can be clearly seen thru…..Cheers!!!
