Bastardo Palido

Texas called me Bastardo Palido

I've slung greens

Ice chips

And tar

 I once took ladders
Off of a dead man
Sometimes you just don't know who you are.

Ran roads with a bandit in Houston
We moved wraps and fresh sticks and stones
Ought not played with monopoly money
Wound up spitting juice from our bones
Ever shot poison out of your belly?
It don't hurt if you boot up before
The bayou by night is a glamorous thing
And the gators don't care if you snore


They ride bikes with bullwhips in Reno
Bluecoat snitches on segways zip by
My bed there looked like a sliver
But the good word was rarely dry
They don't allow fires on 5th street
Buddy tried to snuff his with booze
VOA found him stiff in the cubby
Deader than unbiased news
I got well close by the Hi Ho
And the shanties behind Lincoln's head
Chemtrails smelling fresh in the mountains
If I stayed there all year
I'd be dead

 Ive always been a Pale Bastard
I've made music with dead folks and crones
Now I'm writing this poem with the Devil
He's still waiting to see if I'll sell.

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