YOUR DAUGHTERS, NEW MOTHERS
Richard Joseph Stephan·Tuesday, November 5, 2019
-------------------- #OnTheRiverRoadAtNight ----------
Beautiful just like their grandmothers, those DNA blueblood blue jeans will wait just a byte
Thinking that you know everything when you’re a little boy and then you turn thirteen too
Looking around as the priests and holy preachers chased us out of the GIRLS’ sacred rooms
Where brave men fear to go with or without backpacks, it’s the lids and attitudes, all ‘bout it.
On the bayou or in the tundra, anywhere on any of the seven continents, the DNA bleeds out
Literally, all of this has come from nothing but an accidental collision of molecular ions about
Due to a massive explosion due to gravitational collapse, here’s the signal, reproduce paper
What animates the notions and the dirt and rocks, all of it from ground up to a sky scraper?
Invisible soul, invisible god, like an idea or a notion which has no physical, atomic outback
Being in deep matter without being able to exist without it, eating it or standing on all of it
Nowhere else to go and nothing else to do other than keep breathing and seeking the script
End games may end happy or not, depends on WHO wills the climax, cuz she’s got the Jack!
Fathers of the daughters wonder if the boys and men will court the teeny boppers, but alas
Time comes and the boys come to ask for the pleasure of touching your child’s face and hair
For the love of all that’s good and evil, through the grapevine we go until the wine cup flows
With the squeezing of the grapes on the bush, alcohol has improved the the life that blows.
Walkin’ or runnin’ from the first to the last minute every day will keep you kickin’ in the barn
If you sit down and rest too long, muscles will atrophy and bring you pain and a misery yarn
Thinking and being what animals are, moving from somewhere out of nowhere and back to it
A herd mentality or an individual choice are one and the same, all for the good of hers, hit!
Loud and clear even to the deaf and dumb, challenged due to a lack of ESP sense perception
You and I know, we all know, this seems clear, we are here and now, can’t stay for the punch
Sooner or later, like a fly on the wall or a bug on a rug, it’s going to end well, or not so much
Makin’ the sign of the Iron Cross on my head, my heart and wings, I forgive me for my sin!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. TUESDAY, BLOVEMBER 5th 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST
{ drafted while jammin’ to a slew of jams on youTube Creedence Clearwater Revival #SuzyQ & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/6l3owsZJRAs }
No comments:
Post a Comment
YOUR 2 cents...if you don't mind? ;-)