The Gonzo Wolf

There’s no similarities between weed and armpit, and you could always bathe.

Fallen dreams and rocky stops, I dread what comes next.

Correction: nothing, as before, as will be, as always was.

To the victor go the spoils, including the fictionalization of history; our past.

Old wives tales or truth beyond the shadow of the steeple?

Hushed whispers from nervous men who dared not let the campfire die?

To use the phrase old gods would imply they’ve been replaced.

Do companies replace workers while on vacation?

A placeholder who got lucky.

A road map for the rich and influential to massacre at will without consequence.

First dibs when our masters rip the silver tongues from their venomous mouths, tossing them to their huddled sicofants, yearning for table scraps.

I’d buy first row, but the ADA accommodations are nice.

God bless America.

Beware the wrath of the alligator capo.