Fat Tuesday!

holy smokes.
i think that i was supposed to be throwing
cheap plastic beads at boobs today!
there's no drunk people going wild over here at all.
man,
i guess i F*d that one up pretty hard.
i didn't even make any jambalaya.
dang.
turns out,
i just don't have much need for debauchery.
in fact,
almost exactly the opposite is true.
i could use some virtue.
never mind all the exposed baloney floppers,
what about all the real-life worthiness?
almost anybody can flip out, get nasty, and go bananas.
real deal battle-beast philosophers
save that freaky sh!t for when it really counts.
berserking on the field of active participation is dope.
berserking in a sub-sea level pee-smelling parade?
not even close.
it isn't always easy, my ninjas,
exercising straight-up, stand-up, heroic restraint.
now that's some fat business.
doing the right thing.
y'know,
kepping it really real,
and doing what needs doing,
and all that responsible adult action.
unless the home depot is giving away plastic dazzlers,
i don't think my freaky-diki miki-fiki mardis gras magic
is looking too promising.
of course,
wednesday being ash wednesday,
that means a ragin' cajun inspired bonfuego.
which, naturally, takes care of the ash.
maybe a pipe full of smoke rings will get added to the mix.
and,
if we have half the company we've gotten rumors of,
there will be cigars and broccoli bread, too.
but,
with young 'uns and good 'uns,
and a healthy helping of homeopathic remedies,
the fat, the tuesday, and the weak sauce
will have absolutely no place up in here.
n'orleans can keep the saints, ninjas.
and the sinners.
we'll take the warriors,
and the blazing barbarians.
lent makes me ill,
but lentils make me psyched...
that's word;
never quiet, never soft.....