Redboots smiled like an electric child

The gift his father gave him

Came straight from God

"Journey onward, Son

Through porcupine nights and daffodil days..."

This was in 19 something and 5

Before the rise of the faceless union

In the heart of Mork and Mindy

Spit through tubeless transportation



This catastrophic nightmare endured

Just a burning fart away

From the terminal tooth decay



The landscapes

The algoythms

Penelope

The head shrinkers

We're all too much



Like a sunburn in the arctic

The best Elvis on Earth

The final calculation of slaughtered Indians

On reruns of Rawhide



Redboots picked up a rock

And threw it through an adjacent window

Angry looking people sat luridly in the press box

And the lucky passers-by who stood

Gawking at the new messiah



If you're gonna take a look

Do it by the book

Question the plot?

Obviously not



And the last thing under construction was my mind...