I think this qualifies, but one can only assume.

Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rustic Rebel - PM
Date: 04 Feb 04 - 03:37 AM

Smoke billows from my cigarette. I scratch my head just thinking about it.
    I rub my nose in hopes of prose, while the dog knaws on a T-bone.
    Perfection, reflection, rejection , billows and pillows, you silly nilly.

      Chorus: I can't stop now, I'm on a roll to no-where      
               I can't stop now I'm on a roll to no-where....

Blades of grass up your ass-ume not,
    For you could be fooled by things that you could possibly understand
    You silly nilly
    You crazy goose, must be,
    just as loose as your sister,
    You must have missed her when she set out on that hyway for freedom.

Chorus:

Shouldn't slow down now,
    Must make the journey last until the lines run out.
    Talking all night till the rooster crows
    Crazy rooster crows all night anyway.
    It's between the soil and the sun, which way to run.
    It beckons me toward the south
    with a western movement
    of the eastern belief, toward the northern exposure.

Chorus:

Must be some kind of dream catcher
    Full of rye bread that bakes up brown
    With bits of rust and diamonds of lust.
    That's a pretty tough crust.
    See the waves of wind rushing up your legs,
    All around your stomach, between your eye lashes
    Then flashes....
    Color exuberant, color abundant, color emollient, color translucent.

Chorus: fade...