#MostYouCouldHopeFor #MeMyselfAndAThirdEye

ON MOONSHINE, THE WOODS’ BAR

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 2, 2019

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Pretend that it’s fine and dandy to lie and cheat if you’re not under oath to tell a pledge

Nothing but It or it would be falsehood data to be reckoned with and we got an attitude

Nobody will fight for the right to freedom from oppression and my indentured servitude

Perfect pitch and a swing of the little sling blade, sharp slice of a climax, a cutting edge.

My opine makes as much difference as the sewer water trivia dumps into the H2O riverlets

10,000 lakes or just one or none, one way or the other, it’s all you’re gonna get y’all a pup

It’s a matter of the fun and games we’re playin’ with all of the cold beer and hardened spirits

From Chicago blues to a Mississippi roll, a teenager says, yes sir, no mam, moving on up.

Dummies in love and intelligencia in hate, everybody declares there to be a Man way upstairs

But there ain’t any, there’s nothing outside of the realm of here and now, read all about bums

It ain’t my fault that I learned how to read and talk, how to communicate with the deaf, dumb

Paid out of Tennessee because I loved being in communicado right outback of the lion lairs.

Moved the boxes and letters across the skylines in the 80’s, 90’s & 00’s without jet lag, Fedux

Love Memphis, Sacramento, Chicago and yeah, even Biloxi, Mississippi, where nothin’ sucks

A trip from the LSD to the double crosses over the Pacific back n’ forth to the Far East, OMG

Rainin’ poundin’ storm on a tin roof over my head, in a hooch, high and dry gale’s all stormy.

It is where I died in the middle of nowhere for nothing at all, just to insure the lives we live

From Maine to Alaska, Hawaii to New Jersey on down to the Bahamas, we moved, we thrive

Black and white writing in cuniform on the wall, the gold of the ancestors hidden in the open

Just a diversion but an adolescent thrust causes, love, hate or revenge, drownin’ baby ocean.

Go ahead and lie about telling the truth, badboy called wolf and drank a six-pack of near beer

If you don’t, you will be the prey of the predators who live and pretend in your cities of hoods

Even if you have no idea what a “hood” is, it’s still the HOOD, roots of strategic Cryptic Blood

Happy hour shots of whiskey with miscreants who failed tooth n’ nails, bar’s over here, hear?

Mary left and little Carrie Ann came into the heart/soul room beside my conscious con game

Meant to be or not, it is what it is and it ain’t what it ain’t, obviously, the Truth’s simple, come

It’s all there is, the climax that makes the genome’s DNA multiply into the infinite whirlwind

People’re animals, they’re snitches, right? Not all animals are people, human #ringers all sin.

Here’s a gem you’ll need to remove your ignorance from your children’s minds, top diamond

It’ll shine the light even after you drop it down on the ground for One to find, under a hot sun

Laws and ordinance go together like cream, sugar and coffee, it’s either paradise or hell fires

Waitin’ to burn every something, invisible stoned-rock, smokin’ pine blown, high BBQ pyres.

Bon fires down the dirt road down by the riverside, full moon night waitin’ for the police’s kid

Boss of the Sticks, threw the gasoline and whiskey into the party and we burned ‘til the dawns

Pretending pleasure and business mix into the hodgepodge, the menudo of the busted pawns

Feeling’s understood, smokin’ twisters, drunk on throttled sunrise in jars, FRIED in the skit!

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r j j stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Good ol' Boyz Family, Bubba Sparxx, JG MadeUmLook #GoodOlBoyz #CountryToTheCity on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PEf8Q-sYDwI }

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