Border Collie

gonna be  
a come-up year  
       
my homie, fresh from the emerald coast      
lands east-side with 20      
freshly plucked ducks      
ready for roasting      
       
"barbaque season"    
the text message tells me,    
meet yada  
at yada    
and bong-bong!  
   
rooster time in the hen house      
       
cooks up better this year      
with the last decade      
presenting nothing but countless gangsters      
roled under the facade of hippie    
kidnapping family  
balance    
     
"goddess Kali"      
he says      
"medicine and karma"      
he splashes amongst the tides of shop-talk
       
doesn't matter        
if i believe him      
he believes it      
and he plows the fields      
that makes pheasants      
fly right      
       
this years a come-up      
       
I'm drug back into the dirt      
from which I belong