good morning  mother fucker to me a love song

can you read the future in the pine needle storm pattern on the lawn or the catawampus mane of your hair in the early morn, trim the hedges man, find the barber, this windblown mayhem needs put to rest, pasture, a bullet to the head will do, stop your whiny whinnying pandering to kitty's wittle heart, ain't no pills wees got to keep the rot at bay friend, the end is the end, the end, not the beginning, the great beyond or your shitty ole raggedy bag doll turned to a pistil pollen honey heaven queen , the fire pyre won't help neither, hot and sparkly at night makes for poetic remembrance of you was here/now you ain't and so this is your good bye but you still just be black smoke in the end, ya know, and the global warming alarmist will blame you for the tsunami tornado tiger attack