Buffalo in the Sky Blues

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. Now the buffalo