Good Ole' Boy

I got a four-door Silverado, and it’s painted black,

Just a good ole boy, detailed front-to-back

Rambling rebel,

Freeway, ninety-to-hell

My flag’s a-been a flying way up there,

About, in that dusty air of my rearview

The fun don’t start a-playing

Till’ you get them rollers stirred

Off-road, on-course

Mud-flaps, of course,

Spinning out and jumping mounds

This damn beast here can do so much more than drive

Branch and bark, part the path

When they see my grill, Chrome’s a-come hunkerin’ down

Trouncing brush at dawn and trampling root at night

Nature coughs to my delight

I got a four-door Silverado, and it’s painted black,

Just a good ole boy, detailed front-to-back

 Just a bit on the lighter side today.  Ever since the Diverse Prompt about getting into the mindset of someone else, I've been doing a bunch of smaller sketches, most are steeped in the humor of personality, this is one of those.

Nightshade

Bartered corpuscle

Sanctioned vitality restricts the free

And so.

Floating along

In a lake

Cayenne interludes guide the hand

A dramatic rendition’s perfected pitch,

“Perdition is close.”   Blind nomad, picket sign.  Feller, it’ll be fine,

“Iniquity surrounds,” as he points at me.  Sigh.

Maintaining the eye contact of your ghost

Is crucial as curricula fades.  SEE

Vital.  Vitae. Vali

Forcible endeavors cleavers confuse for vision

Chop. Chopping. Chopped. Done

Smock Red. Incision dug.

Bine, shimmy legs unto back

Nightshade courtesan unveiled

 Bitter yet with berries black.  Dwale.  

Veni, Vidi, Vici

Rikki-Tikki-Tavi

At times, even the valiant must die.