| New Mexico Blues Judgement day came a little early this year. Have no fear, drink a beer. It didn't happen at no pearly gates, There weren't no celestial throne, No Judge Rehnquist in the sky. Dear friends, I saw it with my own three eyes From a cozy couch--sweet, sweet home. I opened no door and I heard no ring, All the choirs had forgotten to sing. But past the electric gate and the double-locked door Slithering, sliding across my new wood floor Was some hideous reptillian thing. It was a she but no great beauty, Though covered with diamonds from head to tail. "I can kill you with premed," I told her, "Yet not spend a night in jail." So I crept to the garage and picked up my shovel, To guard with care my gold-plated hovel. Kiddies under covers dreamed of Eskimo bars. Wifey in the kitchen sometimes strayed--but not far. My conscience was clean as a toilet that's bleached. Gleaming white, without a blush, For sins I didn't confess--just flushed. The creature offered me a strange deal: "I can give you a bit of knowledge, Your deepest questions will be answered. It's the stuff never learned in college. I'm not just a good 'n evil varmint from the bible. (Adam and Eve invented that horrible libel)." Knowing my duty as man of the house, Lord of the Manor and King of the Roost, Shovel gave to serpent what serpent gives to mouse. Around my neck as a sign of the battle, Hangs one, slightly used, rattle. Guess I'll find out when sun sets my last day, Is it poison or freedom that snakes give away? |
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