OLD SPICE, HOLES & DEADBEATS (on being wasted over-Time)
Why would you think you’ve free speech in a free country? Idiots can’t get any younger, Boo!
Desperado from Hades, you’re not brave enough to please the gods’ .357, you can’t beat death
When it’s your time to go, it’s a moment only you can spend in formal intercourse, it’s all you
Who are you to gather data and report the findings? Oh, a reporter, a tattletale, hide, stealth.
Suddenly, you’re not free anymore, you’re being burned or bled out and formaldehyded, fool
You thought because you were a thinking being that you had value? No, worthless dead-pool.
Pondering the nature of being God or subhuman viral and bacterial life, all in gods’ holy hole
Come up and come down with the same thing, nothing I know of, for goodness sake, let’s roll.
Never say that she loves you yeah, yeah, yeah, with a love like that, nothing else ever matters
But it’ll lead to your own untimely demise, if and only if you’re a moron and marry one too
Get out of the taxi & get shot to death goin’ into your hotel, they had no security for alien airs
,,,down under the ground, we’ll be down here waitin’ for your bones and souls of sky blue.
This here and that right there is all there is, notions of pie in the sky were mom’s road apples
Not her fault and it ain’t my fault for tryin’ to make lime-lemonade out of lemons and limes
It’s all we had other than beets n’ rutabagas for the fake meat pies on sale, I can’t tell you why
My mother’s boyfriend wasn’t my father, I killed him in my mind before his body did crimes.
He robbed the banks, he didn’t lift a finger above his keyboard’s symbolic mentality, #fakED
King of the entire Earth but not the solar system or galaxy or the plethora of Space and Time
Unending, everlasting, infinite for the One and a finite climax for the rest of the minion slime
That is if the shoe fits you are forced to wear it, frostbite and open sores will kill the life, dead.
First substance in the primordial order of the matter and form is the plethora, the gas smoke
Here and now ready for the salute to the sun, the BBQ of the flesh and bone, consumin’ yoke
It’s in my DNA/RNA and that’s all, divinity’s a mere immersion memory, a #fake it humanity
Drive off into the sunset desperado, be around dead men from yesterday, cowboys’ll be free!
by
c. May 27th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST
{ drafted on #MemorialDay2019 for the minions (1) jammin' to Eagles #LegacyCD fly up & down Justice's scales on youTube @ #NewKidInTown & BBQ hotlink @ https://youtu.be/MebToM-tG0o
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