For JonBob ChuckBob, Uncle Jimmy's Dirty Basement

When the Wildness meets the Wilder-ness
The Wilderness Wins
A joint train of inextricable beaute
Spilling lovingly over the infinite terrain
As if the back of your head
Were on the tip of your finger
Pulled out of a plum
And planted on a trigger
All filled up --  except for that crack! (How wise!)
Things don't add up, to quoth M. Fuckup. Go figger.