as guns of b23 got silenced
amidst rubble strewn landscape
and smoldering ruins
reverberating to the sounds of hells bells
signalling bedlam among the highland manor,
where trigger happy, churlish, foo fighting,
gunslinging grenade lobbing hoodlum,
who maniacally and blindly fired
and indiscriminately tossed off explosives
(despite sporting a lame arm)
point blank yet laughably
and thankfully way off the mark
(like a *** pistol half cocked
that prematurely ******* blanks)
while strategically situated
(and precariously perched
from his motorized wheelchair)
analogous to a loose cannon
doth run rampant and ballistic.

state troopers manned their stations
as hillbilly loosed
one fusillade after another
chickensh*t beastie boy
super tramped cheap trick
enlisted one or more of the nine lives
incarnated as Felis catus
otherwise known as
Corbin the Tuxedo cat
left homeless after owner
unwittingly killed in the ensuing melee
(renamed Morris after being adopted
from the Hinsdale Humane Society)
donning a bullet proof vest,
and trumpeting Mötley Crüe
of cheesy Mouseketeers,
who brazenly switched
(rather than fight)
and pledged unflagging allegiance
to strong arm of the law,
which plug for undercover Sting operation
a euphemism
for the men/women in blue
otherwise known as the Police
believe me will cain able eyes rights.

how long the armistice lasts
would be anybody's guess who
might do well accessing
the seekers of truth
and/or talking heads
to the moody blues culture club
of uniformed bobbing men
rem burr those axle lent ELOquent
and cheap tricked out twisted sister hood
known as beatle browed monkeys
serve as the bono fide cure nay kiss,
and remove or the idée fixe
will be hired as bonafide
from ranks of the public enemy
albeit inxs of dire straits
from bad company and open doors,
whereby alice in chains
adorned in a suit of deep purple metallica
contributed to the ongoing musical genesis
videlicet rage against the machine
with styx, guns n roses
or recount fields of korn
swaying in the breeze
on a chicago summer day in linkin park
awash with a flock of seagulls
akin no doubt too reveling
in nirvana of idol lick three dog night
inviting blood, sweat and tears
while heartfelt coldplay
creams barenaked ladies
hosted by lady gaga
to help fools on the hill
side step any puddle of mudd
while searching
for one 38 special beastie boy
resembling the boss eponymous “blondie”
hostess in a crowded house with aerosmith
boston, cinderella, foreigner,
kansas – in toto - and pink floyd
and the wordy goo goo dolls
resembling indigo girls,
who via flying among madonna
lovin spoonful sized eagles
accompanying cars
three doors down from the beach boys
that zz top hatted doubting thomas
petty full and men without hats
donned prison garb as the killers.