'Ridin' Under the Night 'OR 'Exercises in Bullshit'[verse one]

O!
Today - leagues after bronzewheat and bucknalls,
sackwranglers and edgeropers knock clogs,
afoul o' the law; hitched on either crease at the molten mouth
of that bulging [mammary] gland of a rockcone
which shifts like a merchant turtle on that there horizon -
finestretched behind them
at the northernmost side of their pointy mash of shadows.
One spritely hairchest
with his gunstick sheathed in yellowscratch cowhide,
took a broadstroke at the quo in an attempt at multidirection
by both edgeroping and sackwrangling for the moment,
without either side knowing -
It is my duty to send word to all who'll listen,
To any man, come rusty spoils or weights of time,
keenest of bicep or seed of chivalry - make haste!
Run the course of all means to this rockcone,
and put this feud to bed.