39 Times in 1959
Some San Franciscian pigs
Charged an angel for the crime
Of understanding and never landing
TRUTH!
Setting up shop
And screaming from the top
Of his batshit bardic lungs
Until the people called the cops for
A disturbance of peace with turbulant
TRUTH!
The Black Rimbaud!
Wherever he would go
To drink, they set up jars for him
So the next he would go
Back to jail, they had the bail
TRUTH!
Behold! The Bop Apocalypse!