Pluto

Tis Pluto
1-12-20

Sobeit in the unique
And of something amphibious
Up with the dragonfly
As I owe it all to myself
To but yet attend in flesh and blood
All flesh not one to tarry in mud
All for the arrangements made for another free meal
On God's good earth no longer captivated in systems of stainless sensations
Call it a salad bar opportunity and jump on it
Rock it, peace, Neil
I hope you have a new drum kit
As to leave the century in those whom follow
Peeling it off in Piccolomini....