I am Don Juan on fire
or William Bonney on moonshine
depending on the weather.
I am Casanova waiting for someone Bossa Nova.
I am Edward Teach swinging from the main mast with brimstone to preach.
I am Maurice Ravel reveling in smoke and reviling the joke.
I am John Wesley Harding and I am having a hard time but you have four sixes to beat and that’s a hell of a hand and I’ve got my calling card in hand and it’s a holy ace of spades splayed through the center with Southern pride from a weathered sidearm.