When the days flowed longer
Than the largest U.S. food chain,
A tale of luxurious lurid misadventure was spun.
Sitting on a drug business nest egg;
Guarded by a lady's tight fist;
Fingers fragile like Vegas hotel breakfast china
Was a member of a society
Stereotyped by heavy use of bragging rights
To bug-eating courage
At exotic hot spot excursions.
Famously escaping more scrapes
Than found on a schoolkid idiot
With a pension for pushing the wrong peer's buttons
The latest being a bait and switch
At a weapon rich Burmese border
Mountain's chops weren't made
By edge of any man's hand
As lyrics boasted by Jimi demanded
But the sonic buzz droned just as loud
In the unprepared consciences
Of unprepared citizenry.
Publicity exploded creating batches of chaos
In waves a small tactile nuke could generate.
The best yet to come came in;
A piece-meal train,
Each cart bragging of a small fortune's haul
Pleasingly acting as anesthetic
To the lady's feverish greed,
Toning it down three times longer
Than the usual heist's prior spoils had done.