Kick the can down the cliff

“Kick the can off the cliff;

swipe your card cuz what’s the diff?

Find a hole and dump your load;

Kick your bucket down the road.”

Get your kicks.

 

This is what cousin vinny said

before he odeed and woke up dead.

Then he sent a postcard from hell;

what he said I’ll never tell.

Well maybe.

 

He said he’d just as soon take a dive;

to preserve his image of cook and jive,

but then his jig was up too soon;

he cooked it up in a dirty spoon.

Y’know what I’m sayin?

 

It all started back on the road,

when jack left home and kissed a toad,

but then it pricked us in the back

and sank our mission in lake kerooac.

Cool!

 

That beat all I ever seen,

to shuck the buck and shoot up the dream;

’til along came a slicker hack;

he sat on a candlestick, that newer jack.

Far out!

 

“Steal this book. Question everything.

Forget  the picket fence; have a fling.

One pill makes you larger; one makes you small.”

Now the folks who paid the bills

won’t do anything at all.

Stall.

 

Kick the can down the cliff.

Snort some plastic and take a whiff.

We be high, but now we broke

since we went upstairs and had a smoke.

Fugedabodit.

 

I read the news today oh boy

lady gogo got a new toy,

and some whacko shot us, news at eleven:

forget about heaven.

Happy new year.

Glass Chimera

 

 

 

 

 

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