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Friday, November 09, 2018

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BROKEN IN TWO, I’M A SCATBACK

 by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, November 9, 2018
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But wait, there is a will and that means there is a way, a low and high road to the finish line
Whether you go kickin’ and screamin’ isn’t important, what it is? You’re gonna need a blow
It ain’t my fault that all of the things that are right here and now are the way they are, so fine
Glad to be here even for a NYC minute, to rock steady here and now for a bit of the ho-show.

You and I have a history now but it will be defunct in a hundred years, ask your GG gramps
Don’t worry babies, y’all from birth to ninety-nine, you’ve been a grand prize, been champs
Y’all got out of the womb in time before miscarriage and abortion, raw meat for the bulldogs
Road down the middle of of the parade’s double yellow lines, stay straight up, writin’ blogs.

Freeways lettin’ us do eighty in the express lanes, right down the center side, concrete walls
Doin’ the speed limit, cruising and ridin’ high on the turnpike in the pink cadillac with balls
Pops and grandpa state troopers won’t get dragged in when I tell Smokey that I’m a banshee
All the way to the place I’m goin’ just because I’m a simple minded sone, they just cry to me.

So, now I give the highest tribute to ones who serve and protect us all, some more than others
Giving Time’s Space and Peace a blood sacrifice on the funeral pyres of sisters and brothers
Magic language, sounds of the whirlin’ planet wobblin’ on the axis, in the matrix, as you were
At ease or attention, it’s the obedience you payback for the honor to survive hominid culture.

Underneath the swami’s turbin, a skull protecting the perks of mankind, insufficiently rancid
To be alive on spinnin’ ground where idiots evolved, did a dirty dog, The Occult’s WWI skit
Soldiers looked like two hundred eight bones surrounding sperm and eggs, pay for the Fall
No sign of any life after your own death, poke a bear, idiot, the sanskrit scrall’s on the wall.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOWVEMBER 9, 2018 @ 2:22 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to a load Soulmusic Aretha Franklin #SeeSaw (Your love is like...up, down, all around...) link @ https://youtu.be/QVlSdY6N7Dk }
 
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