Donkies, Honkies and New Year Pyres

The red dog and a donkey
looked up at the honkies
where so much freedom were loose
flying high with a goosey creed

  Chem rockets flow sprocket gas
blowin smoke through sprockets  past
chains fall loose down on da ground
plosive speaker sound too crass

  Sure poem a Nome of sorts
put handy cainings to forts
high art doved war and peace
push da globe lease on sports

  Investment risin higher
porth even introverts aspire
where so much freedom were loose
in rich gilded goosey fire.