We had just wrapped up and packed up, coming back into Texas from Oklahoma. The roads can get long but sometimes you get to see things like the wind mills. Wind energy, I guess better late than never. It's nice. But after the land fatten down a bit the scenery got a little dull. My husband, when he is not Capt. Tattoo, I will call him My Biker. My Biker decides he is going to spat out lyrics to our cartoon theme song. He is so animated this is why we have transformed together into Capt. Tattoo and his faithful side kick, Inky. WE are by no means poetes, nor are we song writers. BUT together we have a rough draft of our theme song for a cartoon that does not yet exists for a Comic book series that hasn't been written.
"When Capt. Tattoo & Inky come to town,
You say you want ink, then sit the fuck down.
Sit down, hold on, shut the fuck up,
A tattoo pain He be giving you so don't forget to tip his cup.
Tattooing from town to town, day after day,
If you book an appointment, you better pay.
Knocking mile markers down one at a time,
Making it to your town, following that dotted line.
Nothing has stopped us, not even the law.
If you drop a dime on us, she'll break your jaw.
When Capt. Tattoo and Inky come to stay,
They will work hard, till its then time to play.
It needs work, I told you it was a rough draft. Well, its super early in the morning but late at night. It the time of night where the Ghost Hunters or Paranormal Teams investigate ghosts. I think the pillow is screaming for my head.
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Gypsy
