Zappa

His soul patch is explicit, it exclaims his lower lip.
A dot to the line that he draws when he opens up and realities rip.
A man of another time who is timeless for all.
A man of limitless spunk, of overflowing gall.

He said he wanted to annoy until we took note;
A prod, a prod, a prod again to rock the boat.
Mr. Zappa, you were a treasure over flowing –
Casting out your debloons for our enjoyment and our knowing.

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