good morning  mother fucker to me a love song

can you read the future in the pine needle storm pattern on the lawn or the catawampus mane of your hair in the early morn, , this windblown mayhem goes to pasture soon enough, a bullet to the head sometime is the fastest ticket but ain't no pills wees got to keep the rot at bay friend if its the slow ride your on, the end is the end, the end, not the beginning, the great beyond or your shitty ole raggedy bag doll turned to a pistil pollen honey heaven queen , the fire pyre won't help neither, hot and sparkly at night makes for poetic remembrance of you was here/now you ain't  but you still just be black smoke in the end, ya know, and the global warming alarmist will blame you for the tsunami tornado tiger attack