Cathedral-esque saxophone
Singing sweet raindrops and thunder
Along the sacred solace of the lakefront
Enticing passersby with legendary seduction
And tribal aromas that hint at
The mysterious brew of the organic ax and berry
While the 1500 horsepower gold-plated Bugatti
Whizzes by, spewing energy
Harnessed by the silver-tipped tresses
The silver-tipped tongues
Tipping over the silver
While the music continues to follow the bus driver
On his world tour of high and low notes
Through the high valleys and the low mountains
While in the backdrop
The hyena lady chortles, “Church, church, church!”
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