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Hearing a hearse coming down the road
over bumps toting someone's kemosabe
with bird poop on the windshield
from a twenty-nine pound condor 

But it's all in the way one handles dead 
with a squeegee and large crap scraper 
fending it off wearing a pork pie
with a Prince Albert on his cock 

Spewing ooze like a steam calliope 
with kemosabe getting his rocks off 
like a jackhammer with gallstones 
screaming profane 

But all God's chillun have a date with destiny
when Lone Ranger shoots with silver bullets 
over bumps toting someone's kemosabe
with bird poop on the windshield 
Written by adagio
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