Dustiny

It's not for us to judge,
The ceremony of others,

We want to be a Shaman,
When we grow up,
A group Shaman,

With trademarked© thin lips,
We ride into town in dust,
Mysteriously concealed in our pockets,

This is not science,
It is dust,
Concealed in our pockets,

~Rider~

Avoid conjunctions,
But, do not ignore them,
Treat them as unwelcome guests,
A consequence,