Burnout Pete

Facebook_profile_copyby Justin Kell20 Jun 2014

The pipe crackled a third time
Resurrecting its undead smoker
As his head flew far away
To a land of ships, swords, and crocodiles
Where he was no longer an oddity
But celebrated as fatted calves
Were slain in his honor
And he lay his head on his mother's breast
And he was safe, and he was loved
And there he rest.