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letra de a glass of hot water, amigo!!! - dilipan.m.a

a gl-ss of hot water, amigo!!!

premature 19th century, buckaroo county, texas.

billy ‘cracker’ augustine was shot by a fellow gunslinger luigi pistilli in a notorious midway gun game, mutually organized outta personal retribution. billy was shot in his rib cage and was heavily wounded as he lies all alone in the plains of northern texas in a scorching temperature and the beat goes on like this’.

a muddle of orange and white light boiled at fifty three degree centigrade
tunneled a chunk of billy’s taut cheek skin, as it withered outta its archetypal grade
his corpse lazed on the plains of broiling muffled livid texas desert
his rib cage pore, poured a putrid hot black blood just to evaporate for thy sun’s dessert;
a yellow tailed dusky rat whiffed plasma cells while milking juice from his boot leather
his lips akin indian crater boulevards,
absorbed more warmth from thy orange sun, trading a drop of residual lip water…
his eyes still open,
savored a hot shimmer from thy sand rooted gl-ss rum bottles, rising its temperature…
he had a partial success in chasing away the dusky rat, to stand after a war which lasted an hour.
a must needed vital amendment on his leather stetson followed by a correction of chaps like never!

he walked towards thy lonely ‘raro’ saloon,
uprooting the hot gl-ss bottles as it puffed stinky dust which had a whiff of moldy rum!
tightened his bandana and his woolen sweater to savor more desert heat
the yellow tailed dusky rat chased his leather boot flouting his heavy beat,
he lingered past his brown horse grazing orange sand with dust croaking his nostril meat;
the only acoustic evidence was from the thwarted desert bird which plotted billy’s meat!
he raised his water bag made of snake skin,
to place a drop of water on his wooden brown tongue
just to feel it vaporize along the drifted mirage clan’
he walked in the saloon; filled with a bunch ‘buckaroos’ sunk in cans of rum
dusting his tore blue jean which turned mud-brown!
he found a wood eyed man, his wooden eye painted in white and black,
behind the round table with unclean bottles and beakers of rum and tapered whisky
billy loomed at him to whisper ‘a gl-ss of hot water, amigo!!!’

this song is a tribute to the 19th century ‘cowboy’ community…

thanks to mad billy

- dilipan m a

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