Crow DudsA Poem by Cardinal RobinCrows' BEAT
Crow Duds Circle your fears straw man the cat ran away laughing without the moon’s tongue “Do me a Can Can” won’t you “Cannot Man”? Speak UP Come ON Crow’s feet sidle along narrowest single tracks idly biding time for a better bid an angle of Angelic proportion Perception Rare of birdified BARD “Fie! The feed is poison drenched” CROWS our friend… Held up by wire singed a time or two be four for lack of truth in lightning strikes and Union wired ethics twice befitted electric garland fetid retchers over stretching corporate flockers Feathers burning “OH YESSSSSSS! hahahahahaha!!!!” …*digression* Return, reiterate extrapolate expansive Interpol has a bullet proof Necromancing Ideology which reminds me… “I once killed a CLOWN The King brought him UP and I took him DOWN “Caws! Cause! Of course! Of course!” So why dampen the effect of hesitation with consternation “Great, Grate, CAWS! Cause! Cause!” Of course I feel “Tony Tiger” Somewhat half rate sedated wanna be-ing. The Scarecrow held perfectly motionless watching the Crow do an Irish Jig on the Magick line, "Dance, dance, sweet, dark causation and while you lose everything in turn I’ll mark the passing time photo metaphorically via moving stillness grooving reverence evocative of our unique friendship divine." Robin
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