Nose, kinda sore from that damn grindstone…
So, breaking away, took a new trail
way west of habit
and immediately, thank you,
saw Coyote before she ducked
behind some manzanita,
but left this:
Don’t be all up in your holy, she says
So damn serious, you
while I piss in the sacred fire--
make sure you're closer to the real divine,
not that Walmart altar precious one,
cause if laughter ain't allowed,
Soul ain't gotta chance.
just so ya know
in case you were wondering
and I know you were
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