Lather on the blather

This terse verse is dedicated to the memory of Ronald Flemons and all his lemons:

I wanna rock, rock, rock
To the downtown sector,
I wanna flock to the docks
Like a Cuban defector,
Yep, gonna drop, drop, drop
'Til I reach for the nectar;
Then I give you rocket shock
With my fuel injector.


Sincerely,

Mr. Selvish Capers