The Haiku Corral - Part 2

Dogpatch Haiku Anthem wailin' blue-tick blues heard only beyond the ear struttin' your rooster in boots just made for walkin' all over the bull, pick it up and use it or hit the road! 'cause if ya' cain't crow ya' ain't got bull or zen death ain't got no sting like slappin' the bull spiders no good unless they're widders of black, pick it up and use it or hit the road! 'cause if ya' cain't crow ya' ain't got bull or zen laugh at the moon mock the tornado mourn with the riva' follow the alley cat of your slinkin' dreams take your time with mushrooms and shake with the chill of an unknown fever preach to shadows scream at the midday sun dive into clouds parachute into mud, and pick it up use it or hit the road! 'cause if you cain't crow ya' ain't got bull or zen cheat on the test for a license to drive yourself crazy duck when you swear at the mirror change your mind as often as your underwear dream in the sweat lodge of terror ovah what ya' ain't make obscene calls to your local hornet's nest and don't quibble ovah takin' the outhouse in, yeah! and pick it up use it or hit the road! 'cause if ya' cain't crow ya' ain't got zen or bull pop the cork tip the bottle wrap your tongue around the ecstasy jilt the bruises of your fear make love to the spider kiss the frog, yeah! pick it up and use it or hit the road! 'cause if ya' cain't crow ya' ain't got zen or bull