CHICKS NOT CHICKS & SING SING
You, YOYO man, do what you can but don’t worry it’ll be less than to complete the mission
Neither police nor military Space Agency can help nor empty suits that soar above the redsun
Behind the smoke of the burned redwood, cedar and birch of the #GoldenState, welfare falls
People from the world STOPPED flockin’ like dung flies to the demon welfare bees with balls.
Pink and empty of the contents, it’s all fresh and new to the one who just awoke in a daymare
Lookin’ around the matrix for the keys, locked into being the best at being down, it ain’t fair
In the wide open under that bright light of the daytime in the hemisphere’s wobbled ecliptics
Pine boxes or clay urns, fortune serves the masters, naught but Davy Jones’ perfect God’s fix.
Reportage of the guilty consciences that suddenly appear out of nowhere, from the culture
Training and schooling in the ways and means of obedience to the rules of the law in here
Within your 208 bones buddy and baby, you fly into my face and slam! You end it, all of it!
Comin’ to be happy and never worry but always prepared for the surprises in the super store.
You kill a man and you die unless you are a hero in a war, on a battlefield for freedom’s reign
Superwomen malfunction and become irresponsible, just like the supermen that they spawn
Spewing philosophical pablum to the babies with their mouths and eyes wide open, dreaming
As if your health and wealth mean anything at all on the Last Day you get in Man’s Sing Sing.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. August 10, 2018 Friday @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #FutureShock & HITS by Curtis Mayfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1X3-DqUve08 }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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