look who it is,
mixed with blood.
I am a majestic hare, too.
time to fight the boozeman.
I am a rifle.
Bob Dylan is NOT orange.
I believe in post offices,
dark and charged limousines,
day times gone like the buffalo.
and a poot
tells his story,
calls the protagonist Frank.
Frank speeds in his car,
reckless and dumb.
he rollerblades, too.