Footprint Forty-Six
We're into
holy
moments
herrrrrrre ~
Lining 'em up
for
showers
with cheerrrrrrr ~
Watching 'em
fake
their prayers
for foooooood ~
Watching their
every
move
n' moooooood ~
Watching 'em
get
drunk
n' maaaaaaad ~
Breaking their legs
when they
get
too baaaaaaad ~
Callin' the cops
when they
get
out of hannnnnnnd ~
Keeping
our mission
free!
of contrabannnnnnnd...
Footprint Forty-Seven
There was always
at least
one
Road Princess living thare ~
Whose supreme
duty
was to be beautiful
and share ~
Her beautiful company
with thirty
or so
wretched chumps ~
Chumps
in
the
dumps ~
The kind of men
who had been
estranged
from "Beauty" fer years ~
In prisons and 'bo camps
and on the rails
with
their other male peers ~
Ahhhhhhh yes!
Beauty
a-
bloom ~
In
a
crowded
room ~
Crowd-
ed
with
gloom ~
And television
enchant-
ed
dooooooom...
Footprint Forty-Eight
Paula was
a gold mine
a-gleem
with gold ~
Paula was
turpintine
too fiery
to hold ~
She was
ohhhhhhh
sooooooo
fine ~
Everything she
did
seemed to be
a sign ~
That
she
wanted
You ~
No
mat-
ter
who ~
You
happened
to
be ~
She would
flirt
and
be freeeeeee ~
With you
and you
and you
and meeeeeee ~
'Til she
was talked a-
bout
constantly ~
Yeeeeeeeap, she drawed
attention
like golden honey
draweth flies ~
She was a Los Angeles
blonde with
generously displayed
tan n' smooth thighs ~
That fluttered
and buttered
the minds
of us all ~
'Til all we
could do
was
at her feet fall ~
And gaze with adoration
at the Beauty
that stood a-
bove us all ~
As we lay in a heap
at her feet
howling forth
a horny coyote call ~
Feeling
ohhhhhhh
sooooooo
incredibly small ~
As she stood with
ohhhhhhh
suuuuuuuch
supreme gall ~
A-
bove
us
all ~
With one foot
atop
the head
of Jail Bird Saul ~
And as we
swoooooooned
beneath a glimpse of
her toxic underwear ~
Paula
done
de-
clare ~
With her
fist
raised up
into the air ~
"Power
to
every woman
every where!"
Anudder one
of God's ruthless
sculptures
of Beauteeeeeee ~
Certain-
ly
was
she ~
And as she
swang
back n' forth
her perfect kneeeeeee ~
To the beat of
an interior mel-
o-
dy ~
She added, "And
especially
power
to meeeeeee!"
Footprint Forty-Nine
I'm all
wore out
by all
this rhyme ~
The bell
in my skull
has
ceased to chime ~
It hangs silent
and still
in its
airy haunt ~
Go ahead
ask me
how it feels
to want ~
My brain has
done faded
my heart
has flown ~
There's nothin'
left o' me
but
skull n' bone ~
In a cloud
of
cursed
purple haze ~
That floats
inside
this boat
these days ~
Living is rough
without
eyeballs
lips or nose ~
No skin or
nails
upon
my toes ~
I drink
I smoke
can't
seem to quit ~
Who's gonna
rescue me
from
this shit?
How am I gonna
tie
the knot of
this tale together ~
When me brain is
gone n' my thought is
light as
a dead duck feather?
Oh
woooooooe
is
me ~
With
a
capital
E ~
That stands for
lost
in
Eternity ~
Who's
gonna
res-
cue me?
Footprint Fifty!
Verily verily
I fathom
out yonder
a dot of light ~
It's not very
big but
it's
super-dupe bright ~
Here it comes
right
at the author of
this tale ~
Skull n' bone
is
about
to set sail ~
For smooth
sail-
ing
rhapsody ~
Into 'de
Deep Desert
of
Eternity!
It's rugged n'
it's old n'
it's made
of wood ~
Yet it shines
like a not too far
star
should ~
And
now
I
see!
It's a growing
light
'specially
for me ~
I who have nothing
thus
oh
so freeeeeee ~
So free
I am
even absent
of Meeeeeee ~
Oh
what
tran-
quility!
Pure
spirit-
u-
ality!
Oh
to be wrapped
in this
bright light shroud ~
Oh
to
be
allowed ~
To be
to be
to be
to beeeeeee ~
Infinite-
ly
eternal-
lyyyyyyy!
Yeeeeeeeap, its
straight from
my one n' only
real n' right-on Boss!
A
vision
of
The Cross...
~ up there ~ ~ down here ~
Uma Thurman in Liberty On The Cross
Even Cowgirls Get The Blues by Michael Parenti
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