As The Bowel Tones play their anthemic ode to the portend of ..a whoosh!
& Andrea.. stakes a warmhearted claim to the comeuppance of bad, bad, men.
& Lee appeals for an appeal ...as well as the film rights to the unspeakable tome
& Jeff W. plays out the layout for the graphic what would bash in the brains of ire
& the po’boys on the block sense there’s healing in the air …in the midst of sickos
& Messybear-n-Maya hold vigil over the cat pee we just stepped in ...in the garage
& the hood is still creeped-out by the chain-of-events that led us to this 21st Century
& people are falling off the pages, like sages from ages past--taking knowledge away
to what we like to call far-far better places ..when we know it could be here already
excuse me, Wahoo (for I know not what I must do sometimes), if I replay this tune
'cause it hurts just right deepdown inside the bowels where the gurgle-tones din
Toll Booth
http://www.dbinfosource.com/board/50878&author=Dr.%20Wahoo%20Capybara
