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Used-to-be Coal Cracker

"Beam me up, Scotty, on my knucklehead Harley."    
   
Do I look like a papoose or Mona Lisa with a smile  
I'm the Lone Ranger and he ain't my friggin' Kawliga,  
he is my Kemosabe and I ride a solid white Kia    
so get off my Bubba Ho-tep, thinking me Elvis  
   
or eat my silver bullets on the keno table, thinking  
it's a Code Red, "riding my pony on the reservation"    
smack dab in a bag of Cheetos with your name on it  
because simply, you will be dead.    
   
"Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!" But built low to the asphalt.  
   
now that I am old grey, a used-to-be coal cracker    
smoking long-stem Pall Malls sometimes a Kool  
but the ashes burn going down, tasting like old    
rubber tires on mama's corpse, saddling up straight    
deuces in a Pawpaw tree but menthol is for pussies,    
like Crazy Horse who put Custer in the ground.    
   
"What the Hell am I doing here?" I may be a little    
bit crazy but I can chew  Asperum with little to no    
side effects. But I did shoot mama with a Husqvarna    
chainsaw catching her canoodling with my friend,    
Kemosabe.  
   
"Seeing pyramids along the Nile," I smoke a neti pot, a    
short and mild one waiting for my foreskin to ripen    
with a green malaise OD'ing on mama's chamber    
pot. forgiving the little church mouse who licks the    
souse off my catheter.    
   
Written by PaleSkies
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