Mountain Callers

Appleseed casts of misfit conclusions
Take their count and sing their dues.
Confusing melodies of chronic opiates
Call out the maker of velvet shoes.

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Nobody look to the drummer, our brother
And we will give sweets to all that hear.
Dancing fingers take positions
In one of our many crystal clear.

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Two choices both shown in the mirror
Too familiar and not enough fruit.
Caterpillar lies are spread on toast
And the continents are in recruit.

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So watch your back you sarsaparilla shooter,
Because the Polar Bellz are watching now.