Have you heard the legend of the man and his myth,
A mammoth life all lined up,
His godly glass half full,
Reeling through this feeling abyss,
Drinking his way through, while over the river Styx, I mean Ricks…?
And maybe just maybe…well
See, this tall tail of a man,
Carrying the width of monstrous truths long since forgot,
Making his living on maybes, broadcasting maybes,
His shirt longs for a maybe, His hat, his smile, his swollen hands, and his beard…even when hot
See, Myth or not, what we all wait for he already has,
His place will be forever held in line,
His face will forever allude his time,
And his path will always be the envy of mine, maybe.
If you see this man, stop him and extract the titans of wisdom he feared and maybe just maybe he wont feel so old… Or weird
Though…
Make no mistake,
His image is eons in the making,
His longing maybes are his divinity, and his demeanor his lightning bolt…Photo by Tyler Ross. Words by Will Gillespie.
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