The Gonzo Wolf

First one’s free

Or two and through

The sunrise comes

For me and you

To bake our bread

And dry our lakes

To boil our heads

Erase mistakes

His seedy eyes

O’er yonder hill

To murder dew

And snatch a thrill…

…then from behind

A crackhead hacks

Spits on my street

And brings me back

From daybreak trance

We’re back to war

He shits his pants

And strokes his whore

…so I’ll just sit

And toke one more.