A GENIE'S WHISKEY'S OUT THE BOTTLE

There's no room for error on this third stone, one false move and you're dead, your mama and daddy hit it hard 
Or maybe they didn't and wanted you to learn for yourself that you can't always get what you want, jelly soul roll 
All I ever needed was some dough filled with berries all covered with processed sugar from #Skynyrd's innards 
Penchant for pulling strings and hair, makin' little girls cry after diapers stopped bein' changed, thanks pops' LOL. 

Not to be too hard on yourself, even though you are responsible for the entire gravitational collapse of the matrix 
There is no need to fear death or disease since it's a tragedy that only happens to the living and their in on the fix 
Believing in immortality due to the fear of final death of the life within the skin and bones in a bag of DNA gluons 
Not the charm and love we all had happened to be blessed with from the overwhelming love of society's clowns. 

I'm weened and you and the Others may or may not be but as long as there's one bad apple in the bunch, it rots 
You'll go to heaven or hell like every other thing itself that scored liberty and free will to act, ethically in quiet riots 
Like you would have any spirit or body to be near you when you're casting mid-stream, wadin' off a Green River 
Hookin' up #head and releasin', no harm and no foul, thrice times cried @Uglystick's #6Hook, a fisherman tear. 

Eaten nuts, fruits, plants, roots, people eat animals and each other when they forget to plant, store and hunt 
For what keeps the tribe alive during the drought and the famine other than the storage of the ones who plan 
Awareness and keen perception of how to survive in a hostile environment where the species is the fittest DNA 
At the mercy of viral and bacterial infections without antidote, sky n' I choking without oxygen, hydrogen water. 

Utter suspense of logic n' reason to live in peace and harmony in the middle of chaos and congenital ignorance 
Mystery of this informed consent to live and be buried under an atomic weapon toy, playin' that it's OK, pretense 
Who does not love the children whether their own or someone else's future genetic reproductions, under fallout 
Suddenly without warning, two hundred missiles screamed in every direction 'tween North and SouthPark kaput. 

by 
r j j stephan, I 
c. April 14, 2017 Friday @ 1:11 PM PST (written while listenin' to the @HighwayToHell by @ACDC on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gEPmA3USJdI )  W.W.A.R.D.?