Buffalo, Deep State, and Land Sharks

Roaming across the great plains, trampled like freedom by gods. The majestic beast

bows his head and charges his enemy. That'll be $10.99 plus tax,

praise be to the great buffalo in the sky. Triumphant the beast, falling into the

abyss. Dang, sis, don't you got my back?

Nope, just like the deep state. They employ hit men for the

cheap skate. The poetry starts, then comes the farts, and then in

a flash, a herd of land sharks... Oh wait, no,

grab the tarps. Those aren't land sharks, they're a man's shards.