Some older guy bought these kids some beer (Bud).
In the woods while drinking came a thud,
soon showed up the ‘Hoods’ wanting that ‘Bud’.
They came up to them Laughing and joking wanting the goods!

Through half-closed ears (from that beer)
They could barely hear (with snickers and sneers)
“I have a razor, wanna shave their balls?”
“No No No” (that was the end of the party for them all)

Down from the mountains
up in Alaska.
Seven feet tall and
built like a tank.

His name was Old smokey
and he had a red mustache.
He sported a axe that was
seven feet long.

The blade it was said,
would cleave a mans skull in two!
Walked into Coos bay
to have him a beer.

The loggers up north
had made him an offer.
To cut off the head
of dangerous Dan.

The price it was said to be
10,000 dollars.
Old Smokey went lookin'
at the first light of dawn.

November just passed through the door
and I can hardly get to sleep
Because I fear the night before.
I toss and turn, the hours creep.

Each shadow on the bedroom window
assumes a shape I do not want to see.
And every where my old eyes go
they perceive that which I don't want to be.

Finally my eyes stay shut
as sleep arrives with its own fears.
Dreams of a demonic slut
who screeches like long rusted gears.

I woke up naked because here is
isolated so I can let my junk hang
it was magical here, and know one
can do a damn thing.

My eyelids slowly
became less pinched , as they adjusted
to the nature escape, all the natural
shapes, greenery, knots of land and
musical sounds and snaking mirrors

I couldn't tear my dark spools away
but they finally did. They were fixated on a
majestic sea bird with an eight foot
outspread wings span with tip curves,
that cut