You had your gang of dharma headed misfits who ran after life
skinny fingers reaching and clawing for pleasure
demented thoughts crisscrossing over teletype paper
Poets, authors, painters, thieves, murderers
ramblers, rovers, drinkers and thinkers
crowded in dimly lit flats under foggy tasting skies
You Howl for the sake of being, for the sake of you
for the sake of every self deluded tadpole
that swam into your murky pond
tiny tails whipping and bulging eyes rolling
yelping, yodeling, preaching and teaching
we Howled with you, in you, for you
Howl man, Howl loud, Howl proud, let the Devil hear you sing.
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