Accumulation

Fury the horse of the west
that goes faster than a jet
when he’s filled up with hay,
otherwise he doesn’t stand up.
Fury the horse of the west
that drinks only coffee
to keep his fur blacker than black.

I would want to jump on you for a half an hour.
I would be the chief of the criminals.

First me, I’m small. It’s my turn to play with you. I’m the sheriff.
You shut Up, I am the chief of the criminals.

I am the sheriff, but on fury there is room for three.

Fury the Horse of the west that washes his teeth with salt so he he can smile from the corner of the set.

Hail to Fury he is a black belt in Karate to destroy the meanest band of mean people there is.

I would want to jump on you for a half an hour.
I would be the chief of the Mohicans.

First me, I’m small. It’s my turn to play with you. I’m the Davy Crockett.
You shut up, I am the chief of the Mohicans.

I am Davy Crockett, but on Fury there is room for three.

So I went to my barber Salvatore today to get some sort of pick-me up thing. Something in the line of a retail therapy but better.

Salvatore is this guy from Napoli, he’s probably in his 50’s came to Holland 30 years ago, married a Dutch woman and stayed here.
His barber studio is filled with formula 1 memorabilia, costumes, photo of the pope reviewing a miniature ferrari,
and there’s a mural that he’d made himself dedicated to this whole formula 1 business.

So, I came in today but he was busy grooming a bald guy — who was smoking a cigar inside,
so his assistant Oskar – a 50 year old Colombian guy with a ponytail took care of me instead.
He just asked, “trendy or classic?”
“classic”, I said. And then he just started cutting.

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