Escape sparked the San Quentin Six into venturing a mock of game
aboard baited *** planes, **** salty licks to bleached rock of blame
that discredits amplified modulation over high-volt shock of shame
to knock men in head-long falls through a hair-tressed lock of lame
what diverts itself and avoids mediocrity decorating a walk of fame
'cause the yeast that lets crap rise, rises up the high-rising yeast ****
as it engages ***-end-production goals of our U.N.'s 666 beast third
while flora ****-shoved pushes eastward a slower-flappin' feast bird
mechanized to turn the liveliest northern Iraqi into a deceased Kurd
to be denigrated by renegade steers from a previously-released herd
that obey commandin' blither in the form of a together-pieced word
given by ol' Plum Island ****-ups whereat cats stung & bees purred