The Gonzo Wolf

Ninja among nonsense.

Day-Walker with dippy.

Road pirates for poons.

Songs sung on a world stage, but only because it was avant-garde to narrow-minded morons.

They needed all the help they could get.

Prestige became poverty with a single pen-stroke.

Whiskey highway, with slave-masters in training behind every tree.

They watch; they wait; they shoot; they hate.

Prayers for preachers in hopes the pedo-pondering never pierces public perception.

If I had a dollar for every good-book-trusing twat within ten miles whose wandering fingers found flesh; mine, or many.

Jesus-freaks, lawyers, and the naughtiest of neighbors.

Solve the problem? Exterminate the error.

Nothing survives but fast food & fondlers in the name of cartoon christ.

I’ve met Bugs Bunny at a theme park, but never god or Jesus in a church; convenient filth and fakery.

Irony, ignorance, or idiocy; take your pick.

Commerce; far from commercial.

Oath-keepers, oligarchs, oil barons; only in lies and legends, with enough final-notice mail to paper a wall.

Cross burn, wrong turn, return; unprepared for the coming storm.

To choke on the ashes of neighbors’ aflame are wishes well-fulfilled, if only for privatized satisfaction.

Suffer & writhe, because quick deaths don’t make me smile.