He is way more than just an over worked
And opinionated thirsty rhino on a charge
To a dimwitted capitalistic water cooler
Propped up on a humdrum and podunk soapbox
In some nook and cranny of the uncanny boondocks
He see's the Earth as an antique shop
With historic clocks and ancestral horns
And hear's the world as rabbling colloquialisms
Juxpostion just to fossilize with Perissodactyla
He is the groundbreaking of a new south
Tampered with and tempered in the fires that crucified
Rather than crusaded for, ghosts along the Mississippi
And the bones and railroads that crossed under the Dixie
So in this crash of Durers' he must fight with
The panzer and the crestfallen carnivores
He is cursed to smell the roses to spite the thorns
Because his home is a fortress and not a throne
He must march on and stomp the ground
Until it shakes the surface of things to come
To let them know when you're a man that honors your lips
Or an animal that the poverty and poachers didn't get
Even then the mysteries of the altered beast
The paradox of cosmic feats and conundrums of life's beat
Will make you wear your heart on your sleeve
And always have your armor on when you stampede