…….Uncle Snells kept his belt above his navel, so you could see his socks before billy jean was on cable, boy his lean was stable. Kept a pint next to his pipe, to his delight he was inebriated every night, next to his height his memory was the shortest thing in sight, he had a little might thats why he had a little fight, but he kept that tight because it got in the way of him drinking every night. In and out of every bar on the strip every night, got started when it was broad daylight, could see he was drunk from a camera on a kite, yea from that height. Look it’s uncle Snells, go tell, it’s uncle Snells ring a bell; he’d just nod his head, light his cig and straighten out his wig, then ask how’s everybody doing, and then go back to what he was doing. Drinking, Tanking, not thinking about his life’s ranking just walking around breath stinking.