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By Katherine Johnson

January 25, 2023

Cascades of drunkenness
Came right out the wall
A blood sport if there ever was;
Chiming chatter, blistering backbeats,
Tales of birth, corruption, redemption,
Born in the USA, burning rings of fire,
A wop bop a luma bop bam boom.
“When a white van rolled up, get in!
We’re going to New Orleans to do drugs,
Have animal sex, and listen to jazz,”
Purple mantle draped did Angel tell,
Shimmering golden halo hovering,
His grey beard quivering with excitement.

Copyright 2023 By Katherine Johnson – All Rights Reserved