He was a
Cyberspace Cowboy,
Ten-fingered, two-fisted,
Ambidextrous, a jovial
Son-of-a-sixgun
Who challenged deceit,
Pomposity, avarice,
Frowns, dirty tricks
And spurious reasoning
Wherever he found them.
He was a dazzley-smiling
Prestidigitating wordslinger,
Willy-wild and wide-eyed
When he rode these verbally
Swooshy whoop-de-doo waves,
A laughter-loving wordjock
Lassoing mellifluous polyphonic
Psycho-sonic brain tickling
Vocabularistic stormwinds
That purified oceans and air,
Resuscitated broken forests,
Ignited gold-shining lovelight
Inside pitch-dark minds,
And brought more chuckles
To the human race than a
Wicker basket full of
Woody Allen/Billy Crystal
One-liners.
His solution to worldly woes?
Hold hands with friends and
Dance around the campfire.
Listen to Jumpin' Johnny Bach
And wind in the pines.
Watch, listen, know, remember, share.
Love truly the
One you truly love.
And go to sleep smiling.
Cyberspace Cowboy,
O, Cyberspace Cowboy,
Come sing-sing-sing your songs
And
Dance-dance-dance with me —
And
Shed thy grace upon,
Shower thy grace on,
I mean —
RAIN-DRENCH thy joy-gleaming
Multifaceted hypersequipedalianistic
Pulchritudinous polysyllabic grace
Down upon each and every one of us
The wide-wide world over!
