The Dude Abides

In La-La city of chaos, there's a Dude quite unique,
A star of cult movies, his style is so chic.
Unemployed and carefree, he abides without care,
With a Joint n White Russian in hand, he's beyond all compare.

Beside him, there's Walter, a man full of might,
With rules and convictions, post ‘nam, he's ready to fight.
But he abides by the Shabbas, a faith of convenience.
"Donny, you're out of your element," he'd say,
As they navigate life in their own quirky way.

They roll through the lanes with a bowling ball's grace,
Walter's fierce temper and a piece, a wild card they face.
"Donny, shut up!" in the chaos, he'd plea,
While the Dude keeps his cool, as cool as can be.

With quotes in the air, like a tumbleweed's flight,
"Shut the f*ck up, Donny!" and "This aggression will not stand, man," take flight.
"Mark it zero!" echoes through lanes of the game,
Despite taunts, “Don’t f*ck with the Jesus”,
As they play on together, each one with their aim.

In the Dude's cozy lair, where the rug met its fate,
They'd ponder and chat, sometimes love, sometimes hate.
Sartorial splendor nor ambition is for the dude.
With a White Russian in hand, and a joint in the air,
They'd abide in their world, beyond all compare.

So here's to the Dude, Walter, and Donny, you see,
In their world of odd-ball, they're happy and free.
With famous quotes echoing, they'll always remain,
Legends of cinema, in their unique lane.