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I ain’t the one so don’t look around here where I’m at, nobody I know is the one either
There may be only one One and I haven’t been introduced since the empty air blather
Strange and unearthly tales from the crypt of the foreigners who claim fake precedence
The Word’s in the ice chest, cold beer poured before the Truth for evermore, oh my leader.
Pain is the ignorance and the moronic, idiotic stupidity of the masses who follow tail
A bunch of mass in the herd that moves the thing itself, while I lay around in wait, hail
If it wasn’t for me there would only be some monks and nuns keeping the Word alive
Writers kill the Word, readers eat the Word and the vulgar ones come to mind, all jive.
What I am is the matter, the form, the movement of the symphonic rhapsody of my bones
Not just me but all of the things that originate to be here and now, to live and die on loan
From the beating heart of the unseen creator to the vacuum of empty Void, that’s all folks
Only the fools await another formulation of the given, standing in awe of the reality of jokes.
Discovery and judgement from the facts presented is paramount to becoming one who knows
This, that and everything else there is to think about with abstract concepts and real stardust
All of it is the flow from the bottle of grins the gods and their maker of moonshine, low blows
Kickin’ the events of the day around to the believers of bull scat, that’s the way of citizen zest.
All of it, to force the DNA acid to mutate and recalculate the measurement, holy ground zero
Place in space where there was never any time, not a momentary lapse of rationality to spare
Morons have eaten all of the men’s bodies and souls, left the shells of the idiots which remain
To govern the bunch of us that don’t appreciate commands from strange birds, a white stain.
Nothing more than someplace you’ve got to be until you figure out where to shed the 96 tears
Six feet four or seven score, the food you are doesn’t see itself as mastication of loathing fears
Chewing tobacco and swilling whiskey with a nervous reaction to the unknown, fight or flee
Beta females n’ Delta males produce burned-out DNA. a species’ extinction man, you and me.
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c. September 16, 2018 Sunday @ 4:10 AM Time in Pacific Standard Space
{ flyin’ solo once again, drafted listenin’ to #FloridaGeorgiaLIne #UpDown & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/77qc4ZtufzM }
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