"....Tabasco Man!"
(dedicato: Patrick Clelland Allen)
He don't like Whisky, he don't like Gin, he don't like dem 60 year old toothless Gals spreadin' da RUG, he don't like Politicoes shaking his hand, nor NON-Smokers on the road to TOTAL Cultural Prohibition, no Public - Intellectual - Masturbation, Pasta on Rye, Spinach-souffle in their Vegetarian minds? He got NO time for!
Just where were YOU when the lights went out? That ASTEROID of Gentility? Switched off Cyber-space! Circumsizin' God's Son? ...,ANYONE needs to be Crucified, except Me and mah Pals on a Saturday night!? I "CALL IT!" - A Tabasco Man!
Some like it HOT, some, Mild, morning dew, so they can figure OUT all that's untrue, or worse: debatable? NOT -Tabasco Man, who'll keep stingin' your Soul?
Don't fix THAT: fix YOU! Anyways U look it's a Curry, pic ante, a jealousy, a GREEN EYE, that spies on Lifestyle- U: so splash it's eyes with Intelligence, WISDOM: Fankula! Kiss the Murderers dagger: "WE don't wanna know! - My Tabasco Man. Tabasco Man will set U Free! Least ways; that's what I thought, felt, when the boys threw me on my cot and, apparently, I fell asleep, not-with-standing groovy ideas for tomorrow?
c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO in robes/Sciacca-Sicily.
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