Long Sagebrush Drives—A Polish-Hobo-Rodeo-Poet-Rap

Six roughstock buck-offs in a landbarge Ford,
Six riggin’ bags cached in the trunk,
Umpteen go-’rounds, none of us scored,
Our riggin’s all leaked and we sunk—

With our ids and our egos all shrunk,
We’re bummered in a deep purple funk.

Hatfull-o’-ones buys a full tank-o’-gas,
Sack-o’-chew-’n’-a-two-pack-o’-beer,
The good news is while five guys crash,
One half-awake feller can steer—

Just punch him into Copenhagen gear,
He’ll forget about sheep and count deer.

            Six roughstock Trekkies on a Galaxy trip,
            On our starry-eyed Enterprise,
            We’re doing Warp 8 on LSD—
            Taking Long Sagebrush Drives,
            (Talking Long Sagebrush Drives.)

Six roughstock winners in a one-horse town,
Fort Knox in a twenty-buck room,
Rosined-up hot testosterone
Leather-’n’-Libido perfume—
Tip your lid with its bird-of-prey plume,
At The Casanova Cowboy Saloon.

Summers of love on the rodeo trail,
Groovin’-to-LeDoux-rock-‘n’-rowel,
High-octane buckin’ hoss cocktails
Jacked-up on the Wolfman’s howl—

With the yellow-moon-eyed hoot owl,
See a Peckinpah Wild Bunch prowl.

            Six roughstock rounders orbiting the West,
            Like nectar bees circling hives,
            On our sweet-tooth quest for LSD
            Taking Long Sagebrush Drives…

            Talking Long Sagebrush Drives…
            When and where, but no whys…
            On our Cowpoke Cosmos highs…
            Across tie-dyed sunset skies.

                 Taking Loooonnngggg…Sagebrush…Drives.

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