I celebrate myself, and sing myself
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable…I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.
Smoke leaned back in his cot, trying to understand the words that Angel had written down. "Man, Angel, you gots a way with words." He said as Angel came in the tent.
"I didn't write it." Angel softly replied. "Walt Whitman did."
"It's great though, man. You should send it in somewhere." Smoke ignored Angel's comment. "But, what's a 'yawp' anyhow?"
Dim shook his head. "A 'yawp' is a bark or a yelp."
"So, what's a 'barbaric yawp' then Dimwit?"
"Alright, assholes. Let's move it!" Scream yelled into the tent.
"There's your answer." Dim laughed.
"What? You say Scream yawps?"
"Barbarically." Dim grinned
I know it's a short drabble, but I wanted a small glimpse of what our guys did in the show that the show didn't show, make sense? Or did I lose you like Underpants? LoL