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‘AKISSIN’ CRICKETS, RECALL IT ALL
Adam had a recollection, that he would cause this pain and suffering, not an innocent human
When morning stars came to shine on the darkness, just north of Kentucky southern drawlin’
Down by the riverside when those crickets get louder when we throw IT on the blanket down
Eve didn’t know the spit and neither did my mama or yours, all the way back to a first clown.
Didn’t make me laugh when I found out but disappointment now reigns both above & below
Hop inside my pickup or my hotrod or my pop’s wagon and we’re there, twilight zoned #Ho
Red dirt or black dirt roads in the backwoods or the forest preserves, where bugs can’t stand
Or diggin’ burrow in the wake of a morning star’s sunlight reflecting glass, harmonic sand.
Amazed at the blue skies, the clouds above moving to and fro, rollin’ smoke on a river buggy
All of the crystals in the stars’ planets, all of them #BackwoodsLegit and none have any necks
Leathernecks yes but no color on the bootstompin’ and diggin’ in the dirt, dustin’ with trucks
Chewin’ bubblegum not tobacco, when she knows I’m watchin’, she’s doin’ the dirty #Duggy!
Being alone on the surface, above and below it, is not a nightmare, it’s the reality ‘round here
Get a friend of orphaned children, drunken conception, violent inception, virus’ intentional
Code of the DNA passed by the RNA transmitter through the cosmic dust, menu-do of mama
All night at the honkytonk until 4 AM, kickin’ up the dust ‘til dawn and alcohol depletion, pal!
Saturday night’s a whole other tale of the big city and rural countryside blanket throw-downs
No matter how you spin it, when the eyes are wide open, life’s optional series of show-downs
Drinkin’ the spirits down to the bottom of the pit where trouble lurks in all night boot stomps
No trouble here or now but it could crop up in a New York minute in backwoods junk dumps.
Now or later, it’ll come up about what this was all about, later not sooner for most, now dig!
You get a job, get paid, you pay bills, you get high and drunk, you go to church, ad infinitum
It’s not my fault, it’s not your fault that we’re here and now but it’s what we’ve got. Ala Sum
Men upstairs don’t care, Evil spelled backwards is Live, now it is Time! It is what it is, #Big!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. January 20, 2019 A.D. @ 7:77 AM PST
{ DRAFTED while loopin’ to BlakeShelton FanClub Chile Blakeshelton posts like this one on youTube #BoysRoundHere @ https://youtu.be/JXAgv665J14 }
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