© 2019 Shawn Becker 

Stop right there varmit!

Stop right there varmit!

 

Stop right there varmit! Where's your high voltage cathode ray tube? Where is your sintered cobalt salts of alumina to make clear blue over your celluloid skies? Great hornytoads! You'ra made of hemlock and fir cones!   Now cut that out ya flea bitten varmit, I'm-a-gonna blow ya to smithereenies! Where's your copyright credentials your trademark testimonials? Warner Brothers gonna blow your appropriatin' icons right out from under yer hat! Aha! There ya are ya tooth-bucked barnacle! Ya can't hide behind that tree, cuz I own that tree! Ya think a tree owns itself? Blast your scuppers ya barnacle bitten landlubber! Come down here and fight like a man! The Simpsons, South Park, Family Guy, ya y'usurpin' double-crossers! Where's the Hula-Hoops, My Pet Rocks, Cabbage Patch kids, Tamagotchies, Elmos or Gagnam styles? Blast your ornery hide! Ya think it takes a da-vinci to glue down a few pine cones! No more gentleman's stuff, from now on you fights my way...dirty! And stop GPS'n my coordinates! I'm a-everywhere at once I'm a-sailin' with the tide, or my name ain't Shanghai Sam...and it is! I'm a-comin' over the wall after ya and I'm a-comin' in a-shootin!