Waskly Wabbit on Dead-End Woad

I had

no water

no water

had I

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The two canteens

I

had

were dry

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Cool clear H2O

outta

a

 mountain well

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Woulda made heaven

outta

this road

to hell

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This road that

led

to nothin’

but a dead end

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With-

out

any

wind

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 With-

out

any

soul

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Nothin’ but dead leaves

lay

in this empty

dead-end bowl

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And rattlesnake bones

that yodeled

“now where yuh

gonna go-oh-oh-ohhhhhhh?”

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I stood n’ stared

at them bones

n’ thought

 “Oh no, oh nooooooo!”

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And clouds of

gnawing gnats

made it

plain to seeeeeee

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This was the

dead end of

death

for meeeeeee

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Elevated

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Sitting on the moon

Watching the stars pass by

I was feeling pretty & high

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When a cute little girl

In a cute little bikini

Jumped up & slapped my knee

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I kindly asked her if she

Wanted to visit my ranch

As she perched on a branch

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She kindly said no

I gotta go

See you later, old ‘bo

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She was so beautiful

I got an eternal buzz

And became more elevated than I already was

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Being in the same proximity of her

This happened to me

Then she flew away oh so free

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She found another perch

On which to land

And smiled oh so grand!

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Rawclyde!

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Ganesh

http://wallpaper.365greetings.com/religious/hindu/ganesha

and Kim Kardashian

https://instagram.com/kimkardashian

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Will You Still Need Me? Will You Still Feed Me?

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T’was a red hot brand

That singed my hide forever

When you passed me in your new Volvo

On College Avenue

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I was lollygagging along

In my brother’s ’56 Chevy

When you honked, waved, smiled

And accelerated as if a gust of wind

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I would have chased you down

But I was having a logical moment

No, I’d get a ticket &

You’d get away, so I didn’t

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The blond in the little white station wagon

Fresh out of high school & accelerating

A sight to behold, a flash

A photo forever in my mind

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I finally caught up to you at 64

A remnant of yesteryear

Bee-bopping in the kitchen making me breakfast

A plate of nourishment piled a mile high

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Rawclyde!

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photo

Buffalo Bill Cody

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Ghost Marauder

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I was, am & gonna be

A ghost marauder

In Gramma’s Museum

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The White House’s favorite secret agent

Working part-time for Holy Mary

Unlock the tool shed!

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Coming home

Wings spread, gliding in

Fill up the cookie jar!

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Hair long, growing longer

Delilah finally at my side

Pillars cracking & crashing

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Still alive, hold this hand

Let us sift thru the debris

Endless treasure on Memory Lane

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Here’s a goodie, a statue

Without a crack or a blemish

Churchill drowning in the Ganges River

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Throw a rope!  Resuscitate him!

Now hang him by the toes at the swap meet

Going going gone ~ one dollar

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Rawclyde!

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A-10 Warthog, U.S. Airforce, Afghanistan

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A Princess Of Mars

When I kiss thee

On ye

Dimpled knee

Let it be

Let it be

Let it be

It is only me

Being free

Adoring thee

Let it be

Let it be

Let it be

My eyes overflow with stars

My soul twangs a thousand guitars

You are my Princess of Mars!

Let it be

Let it be

Let it be

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Rawclyde!

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artwork via

Dynamite Comics & Vinicius Menezes

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seeking the blessings of

Edgar Rice Burroughs

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Back In The Tomb

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Why oh why

Baby oh baby

Please tell me why

I’m moving so slow today

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Up the street

Up the stairs

Rickety old feet

Plodding along

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Pull me brim down

Pull me keys out

Unlock the door etc.

Sittin’ in the tomb again

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Why o’ why do I

Like sitting in this old cold hotel room

There ain’t nothin’ here worth considering

Yet my heart go zooooooom

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Aye!

We’re traveling now

You & your traveling man

Hold on tight now

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You is lookin’ so good

The whole dang neighborhood

Inside my mind

Gots reason to shine

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Yeah but

Yeah but

You say I’m way over here

You is way over there

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So it ain’t so

My thinking’s gone slow

You got bronchitis &

I’m a wanna-be bo’

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Yeah but

Yeah but

I hummed a little prayer

to the Goddess up there

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She’s on your side

As well as mine &

She’s a lot stronger than

Turpentine

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Sooooooo

We’re dancing slow

Your belly’s warm & plump &

We’re half drunk

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In fact, instead of growing old

We’re growing young

Oh so slow

To a Neil Diamond song

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Wait a minute

Something’s not right

My hat falls to the floor

Something’s wrong

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You’re like you always are

The hottest ray of sunshine around

But me, me oh my, my skin

It’s lost & cannot be found

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Dang it ~ everything was so gallant

Gallant & slam-dunk grand

No more yeah butts

I am, I am a skeleton man!

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by Rawclyde!

with a lot of help from artists

Dan Dos Santos

&

Clyde Caldwell

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Waiting For The Bus

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Here come the bus!

Here come the bus!

We’re ready to ride

God bless us!

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Try not to cuss

Try not to fuss

Manners are a must

When yer boardin’ de bus

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We don’t know each other

Shut-up, brother

Excuse me, sister

Muzzle your mother

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Don’t be afraid

To slap that brat

We won’t report you

Give me back me old hat

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Would you like to buy it?

It’s a hundred dollar hat

It fits right here

Yes, my head’s kinda fat

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My baby said I gotta go

She surely know

This old tramp

Movin’ kind a slow

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Yes, you may sit here

Give her room please

A pretty woman

Smooth shoulder tease

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Pullin’ down me brim

Ready to sleep the whole way

Oops, my head’s tilting over

Didn’t mean to stray

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 Ridin’ the bus!

Ridin’ the bus!

We been waiting so long

God bless us!

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Rawclyde!

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Censorship Sucks

Sheena’s ex-Talib husband Habibullah

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Love grows

Slow as a tree

Peace flows

A rocky little creek

Freedom calls

It’s a crow on the fence

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While trick babies with bazookas

Penetrate elsewhere

My partnership with reality

Loses its edge

In your momma’s frying pan

Where our bacon is sizzling

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The government

The NSA

but especially censorship

Lose the war without us

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Rawclyde!

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