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Mount Fuji's underground coop based tests reveal chickens' endless top-notch potential engineering outcomes Giant Robot:

BucketheadLand's productivity nested Japan mounted creativity Buckethead's enemy ahead German renowned ingenuity bucketbots' energy... wicked!

Chickencoopscope made,
bucket englobed goal fate,
ideas parts perpetum upgrade
ignites bucketbots' graphic date

KFC EMPLOYEES ON A PLASTIC PLATE!
An ode/reinterpretation to Buckethead's Chickencoopscope, in which I included a reference to an add by Mercedes where they used chickens with a ****** song in a background, which I modified to have Chickencoopscope.
White and Red
Christmas is all about Buckethead
Wonky bucketbots loyal helping-hand
Shred gift of magical BucketheadLand

Buckethead, no season Santa
Metaphorically & Literally
Especially Musically
A poem dedicated to Buckethead's live concerts, and how he shares and exchanges gifts during his shows. There's no need for a special occasion, especially when it comes to his music, the most humble person I can think of.
\m/ The metal sign is actually a bucket sign. \m/
Bucketbots, the ultimate rebels with Big B in the lead, we wear the horns sign on our heads proudly INVERTED.
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I don't know Buckethead's beliefs; even as atheist, it doesn't matter, since horns signs and inverted crosses defy god; nothing is cooler than defying the devil, also, as Buckethead defies metal music, turning everything on its head.

Taking the whole hand into perspective, facing the knuckles or palm, most evident in everyone's face topping everything, the bucket shapes metal's symbol crown, with Buckethead as King, the G.O.A.T.

The sign becomes most symbolic because Buckethead's benefit is uniting everyone in music, BucketheadLand's music.
One of my most cherished ones
necromance inscape escape patience
albino Buckethead assault
nuts bucketbots' bolts
slug BucketheadLand vault
dark arhaic magic pick

Omen Wow
An ode/tribute to a bucketbot that tributes Buckethead by making music in his instrumental, non-existing style. The title of the poem is the title of my favorite song from his works, where the one-man band is called Plectomancer.

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