OH LOTTI DEE, LOTTI DAH!
Chicago to Texas, Florida to New Jersey to Washington and California, I fly friendly skies
I find nothing other than what I am looking for which is, my kind of town, friendly old pods
For the babies and the older folk turnin’ clocks back to the infant side of life, where life dies
We all have to roam the plains and valleys looking for the reason to be alive, dad said gods.
Home to me and home to you are two different things, to me it’s wherever I am here, so pitch
Could be the north or south side, east or west border or just inside the prison of singer’s hood
Bottom line is to breathe or not to breathe is not entirely up to me personally, there’s a hitch
When it comes right down to the thing itself, this bag of 208 bones and a few quarts of blood.
Prompt or tardy, all life matters, we kill things before we eat them, very nice, all too humane
Nothing personal meant to cast aspersions on anyone’s religion or philosophy of life in a can
Food saved from spoiling, water and milk saved from being polluted with refuse shat in holes
Sent down deep into the bored holes below the outhouse container con-game, tricks in bowls.
Fine messes we’ve created from scratch, clean slate to begin and scratched with dark cloud Id
Undercover, underneath a veneer of mahogany cosmogony, a surge of spunk emerges, um, yo
Without warning and just because the plumb needs to animate the functional essence, an Ego
Heads are really not dead, they’re deadheads drinkin’ Ripple and Spanada, waitin’ to be a kid.
Blown minds of cannibal TNT, eating ourselves into extinction, bleeding hearts of blue blood
It all comes out of me, when the heartbeat slows down and reaches the final pump of the pud
Everything is spent, everything is broken and ready to be repaired, the fix is in, I’m right on it
From the #GetGo, It’s what it is to be this me I inherited from Ma & Pa, breath in some chit.
Bent broken rules more than anyone else would have, so disobedient and such a vow breaker
It is what my great, great grandfathers and grandmothers would have expected, I paid the bill
Approached with the fatality of death, I chose to survive and live in the viral bacteria, free will
Recollect the reason why mother and father mated? For the spice of life, love of a #climaxer.
Survival of the ‘Fit’ and entertainment of the less qualified to survive on a solo flight into hehl
Not down to the core of planet Earth but to the place in Space that is nowhere in Time, we fell
Here and now, Space and Time perceived by sensation, recorded for recollection, to be or not
Mental case that ought to be in a cuckoo bird nest, locked down in a straight jacket, I am hot!
Cooler than iceberg blue, hiding the essence of the atoms’ muck and mire, a rib bone of a God
Pleased and thanked all of the Ones who came before and left before you and I arrived, blood
Just whistling Dixie in the downwind knowing that it cannot be discerned by minions of mine
Appearance of compassion, essence of divinity, God’s dam of H2O is a dam, watermelon rind.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ jammed this out of the genome while listenin’ to the #BadAsse RLBurnside. Leadbelly #EverythingIsBroken on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ckWvocU0B94 }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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