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Thursday, December 13, 2018

@HogInnards & some @LynyrdSkynyrd #GodAndGuns

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CHITLINS', GOLDEN SCRAPS & KOOLS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 12, 2018
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Blues ride on down the freeway, down your one way alley dead-end into cement love balls
Songs of the men and women, open borders, time on their hands, smokin’ drinkin’ pickin’
Without that rhythm there are no blues and no jazz, nothing but a polka, classic and a waltz
Even if you’re deaf and dumb, blind and a total idiotic moron, you have rights to be a livin’.

Livin’ twenty or a hundred years makes little difference, in the end the boneyard’s just ahead
Final vision of yourself breathing one last breath, tryin’ to keep it in because you know it bled
Pedal to metal, shot down a turnpike/expressway/freeway, full gallop 350cc spurred up horse
Stalled 4 wheels, old red, rocky mountain dirt, graves dug, banished the gods’ hotrod Force.

Trying to make it easy, it’s harder than hell, meaning that hell is Hard as Rock, yet I guess
We’ll never know whether there’s more than one way out of here, planet Earth’s so loveless
Look way out there at night, all blackness, asteroid showers, never a #Casper friendly ghost
Won’t come out in the day or night, trying to feed the hunger with chitlins & titmouse toast.

If you wanna get down and ride from the place you’re at to the place you’re headed, get down
You’re in charge of the way you go until they lock you up and lose the key, aw, a prison frown
Don’t want to obey the law and work for a living rather than break the law and scam high life
Be prepared to go from scouts to inmate jousts in a joint some can’t survive in with no knife.

How in the world can civilized people allow prisoners to slice each other just because, what?
Salt peter or a drug to soothe the savage beast would be the civilized way, that is legit, no chit
If you found out what happens to people imprisoned and you can’t believe it, just walk away
Here and now, a rubic cube screws a pooch, pretending to be It, rhythm’s beat, a magic Way.

by
r j j stephan, i { “Redneck! ...kissin’ & the crickets are the only sound...do ya wanna get down? I’m One of them boys!” }
c. FREEZEMBER TWELVE, 2018 A.D.
{ DRAFTED while listenin’ to BlakeShelton & @LynyrdSkynyrd @TheRollingStones & @WARTheMusicBand }
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