A Leak In The Safe

A certain guitarist, named Jimi, much beloved by Charlie, happened to die. Charlie sent some of the Family to array the defunct in his funky grave-suit. He himself followed them to the house of the deceased.

On entering the room, Charlie addressed the dead body: “My brother Jimi, arise!” Instantly the corpse arose saying “Here I am, man!” He then grabbed his guitar, and for three whole days and nights there was a righteous party.

More than a hundred of the misbelieving squares there were converted to the ways of the Family. When Charlie left the house, life departed from Jimi as well.

Mount Megunticook
Shabby a pretty nasty corner
And you’re still seedy you
Improperly conducting our
Passing affair of the senses
Anything that’s platonic
Shoved down the drain
Duct tape pain relievers
The sound of a weed eater
Timber oysters decades
Later marijuana wait
Can we circle back