| Bugaloo/Digeridoo: Soul Kissed |
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| Upon my arrival under the electric lights, The uncaged mammal in me bellows, screeches, And howls in tight britches Mindlessly pondering Stitches. I dance freely, wildly, insanely, Unjudiciously regarding my own being, Like a Rose trampled by the footsteps of Heaven. I think about the times my mother fed me Bacon grease from ceramic bowls shaped like Monkeys. I catch the undeniable scent of Bananas. . . But on I dance Freaky-Like and liberated A Grape on a suicide rush. I am the Bugaloo Funkmeister Playin' my Didgeridoo (expertly confounding the masses). On the plains of Australia, Among the Aborigines, I let loose my boogie And play--free again. . .my soul kissed. |
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