Wow, Wild Space Buckos! I”m so sorry.
When I thought the sides had been switched, my soul came unstitched.Â
I felt cast out as a wretch, for the Devil to catch, neath the lovelorn’s forgotten, aging and rotten, star studded Bridge full of Sighs.
It seemed in my dreamin, that someone was screamin, and leaving us all here to die. Â
Or twas, seem it nary, that doubt was the fairy, and odds less the table doth carry this fable?.
And so...... (Trumpish dots, only followed only by bots,)
Follow on exrstentially largo, if you don’t objecto,Â
Just screamin on Netflix, gettin my vid fix,
whilst scratchin out, those things I must shout, those bitter sweet misty, those ageless and grisly, those flat Mississippi, cryin, and dyin, those bittersweet rag top  blues,
Slats along my deck are a saggin,
and my heart can’t stop draggin,
I’m just Jonesin the rhythm,
that comes as the victim,
the pounding and pressure, the unending pleasure,that quaint evil demon that lives in my semen,
And so, Mr. Pepe Le Pew, I am thinking of you. (You knew this was a tribute to Mel Blank, right?)
Socially distant since birth,
waitin for some sign it really is you.Â