Where is old crowned the lizard
King is dead but what do I
Do instead of what do I
Do that makes me his successor
What do I do to where is
Old crown the lizard King is
Dead he is listened and DS
Said that a successor will
Arise once the time is right
Was the groups once the fruits alright
Right once and you away as
Of unnerved absurdism
I’m seeing surrealism
On abashed abstract has a
Resurgence this legends of
The seeing stars this poet on
The stage this guitar without
Strains singing of kidding fathers
And fucking mothers just long-haired
Beard is weird bird from the desert
This Indian to be although
Now as we speak of him he
Is that Asiatic North
Americans that spiritual
Mind that feather and Boulwares
Mother fucker that he knows
Everything best that has four
Souls he has become him and
As such or to be when he
Was once a liar he dreamed
Of the successor years past
His time would pick up on this
Mystical radio waves
His spiritual songs look
Past the asset and see what
Is wrong with the world we have
Created for our sad songs
About love about freedom
About poetry
Dear Mr. Karfield, 