The man was a pathbreaker, one of a kind, and, yes, a goddamn poet:
"I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back
And started walkin' toward a coffee colored Cadillac
I was pushin' through the crowd tryna get to where she's at
And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat
Nadine, honey is that you?
Oh, Nadine, honey where are you?
Seems like every time I catch you
But you're up to something new"
Long after Donald Trump is a mere footnote in some historical academic journal, filled under Giant Assholes of the 21st Century, Mr. Chuck Berry's luminous work will still be cherished and sung.
Think I'll go grab a friend's axe and attempt a duck walk across some imaginary stage.
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