Dead or expired Paul and Charles Jarrot, back again as asses in the hills and canyons as donkeys, or jackasses in Colton, Moreno Valley, and the borders of the state across California, they are back.
Devils, fairies, fags, steers, queers, frogs, snakes, reptiles of the evil kind, or the reasons, seasons, or causes, for the recycles of this nature, assess the lot of them and piss offs also.
Write about the wrongs, right about the causes, and the right side of the grave, are the stories being told now, and how twisted, tainted, and wicked the way or the train of thoughts of being a super star on some level, with or with out the work, just because of the color of the skins, or the paint on a house, the effects change with the coming of night.
Day events not the same for the snakes, frogs, and wolves, they work best in the darkness of the shadows of the setting sun, daily wait for the lights to come on, or stay off for the count.
Good times, god ties, heads to count, hats to wear: mother to me, sister to me also, dead and gone, 4 decades to count.
Brother left alive, last one in the tribe, Carl Lewis Breangh, king of the piles of shit, created from the dogs. Rats to roaches, roaches to deserts, faces in the crowds.
What leadership is not: -Ignoring the pain of the people you serve -Meeting peaceful protests with weapons of violence -Demanding respect without paying respects -Policing reactions to injustice without addressing the root causes of injustice.
