Only Game In Town

our reckless aviator dives upon the Zeppelin don't worry darlin I'll just put the tip in a lethal hilarity aimed at the hoarders of wealth the value of their possessions a layer of ash will redeem not one buy the loyalty of not one carried away in a Hell bound sooty tornado lifting their dead to the long blue sky in a screeching mesmerizing shimmer wreaking dance and mirth upon all inquiry there will come a day of celestial observance when the old world and all its naivetes are gone an exfoliation of angelic proportions no longer an obstacle course a stooge factory their myths all wrong a betrayal of direct evidence far too farcical for a belief that sticks relocated to me mouth at ear by fearless George the tormented tickler bar stool preacher dusty desert desperado knowing his perception was distorted blew town when things got too reasonable his limping plague monk emissaries tin plated appraisers brimming with bombast working the fortune cookie personality hopper advise me to be insistent on certain matters for you Darwin jockeys out there watching the incendiaries inching closer it's no longer a dog eat dog kind of world it's a blog eat blog kind of world which will look good on any resume stick that in the wad of gristle you call a brain a repugnant abyss of spiritual contortion the banner his sputtering biplane tows reads from horizon to horizon the only game in town is no longer the only game in town