The Late Great Lucian Townes

You left me all alone to the bone and when I went home I found that my phone was off the hook. A voice came through with attitude and my doubts grew as he told me to turn around and look. To my surprise my eyes rise and begin to deci-pher what I see. It's hard to hate the magistrate who is always late and her best trait is always being early. I left and gone at early dawn to try and pawn a magic wand at the local antique store. Mercy please I broke my knees on fallen trees and I don't see the street anymore. i broke the pole we used to pull the ol' folks soul and I feel so full of sin. I took the pain for you all to gain and try to maintain one another as friends. Rob the banks and give good thanks for prison shanks the skanks you hang out with smuggle through. Loud and clear we know you're here to spread the fear of the ending near and suggestions of what we should do. I don't buy this guy telling me I am going to die and I should try to start looking at faith sometime soon. But lo and behold what he doesn't know and will never be told is that I eat from Buddha's spoon.