Gopher Guts

You were sitting at the gate awaiting spirits and provisions, I was privy to a headache over pirouetting innards, in the mirror sweating pitchers, who's there simian or lizard? As it were there is a disappearing difference, in ambition and material, antiquated gentlemen outlaws reduced to a ferris wheel of vitriol, move as a godless heathen, black gums, tooth gone, bootleg yukon cornelius I'm a-ksshht! That's better, here we-her we go, disenchanted face printed on a zero dollar bill, got a little plot of land where authority isn't recognized, contraband keeping the core of his Hyde Jeckly-ized check, never mind a misanthrope vying for affection to the wretched sound of mysticism dying, it is something he must handle on his own, the wind blown way, wanna win? Don't play, today I pulled 3 green frogs out of leaf and bark, where the grape vines climb a convenient barn, I told 'em you will grow to be something tenacious and exalted, you are mighty, you are gracious, you are lauded, then I let 'em go. Oh.