Mojo

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     Yer stinky 

                     And a dirty slob

    Some sunshine

   whithers 

     in the frost

      some beer

   Like Napoleon 

                        In a frosty A&W Root Beer mug

    But it's hot out 

        freaking hot

         a dry tri-valley

          summer heat

             Like Hunter Thompson

             And the Hell's Angels

      Eating bacon burgers

            and fries 

     at 3 pm

          In the shade

          In July

         And the tar is melting

          In the road

                          and even California tarantulas

        stay underground

      they're hairy

                         but they won't kill you

      You might worry

about Mad Cow disease

           or Baughmann's Western Wear

          a full size plastic

       horse was stolen

     Yet again

     But this time not by a lady

    in wheelchair