#GoodGod #WhoaDude #MamaWorkinOnAChainGang?

SWEET BLACK TEA, A DIRE STRAIT

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, December 18, 2019

************* #PokeSaladLife **************

Walkin’ along the dirt roads for a spell, just tryin’ to trip on to the next day’s journey/trip

We did alright until the hammer came down and the alligators started comin’ out jaw grip

Tight and pulled down to the bottom to drown the mouth breather, then tote home adjourn

Of pimentos or a wretched bunch of weeds to crumble into happy smoke’s enthralling burn.

Chain gangs or tiny barred or walled cell of walls, ceiling and a floor boxed the dog, an insider

Nevermore or frequently all the time forever, matters about as much as a dried drop of water

What were you going to eat when your mama and daddy died or decided to fade to blackout?

Just wait around with your bird-beak open, crying for food to stay alive, a wretched shoutout!

Nothing ever really mattered from the get-go, lazy sons of female dogs were good as deadbeat

Thumping the gods on the ground of being and on down to the core, back up to the hind teat

Coming on strong and being the thrust of the holy seat of your mama, she got it right, I am It

Whatever it was meant to be is now what it is, I flow, I bow, I blow, suck it in, SOB G-damIt!

Bad boys with bad backs finding what they looked for, the trouble with a capital T for the talk

On the radio, on the TV or just face to face, mouth to mouth inspiration, kiss of two sweet lips

Under the spells of the concocted words of my sisters and grand mamas and uncle’s #Bettys

All of them as sweet as a mess of flowers, fresh picked for your love, to be One, All I ever sees.

Big boys and big girls raised from scratch with independence in mind, without supervision

All of them on their own, lookin’ for peace or trouble depending on the need to bleed or eat

To fight for life, to eat the plants and animals long enough to get to the final cut of last gasps

Sudden death overtime, seconds tickin’ off of the clock, I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, I am WASPS.

Somebody call the pope, we need the highest priest you can muster from a glut of my godson

Wretched group of frustrated genomes failed at the orgasmic function, reproduction 1 & done

From the only One that ever mattered to anyone, the origin of DNA, life as we know it, mama

First nothing then something and then back to nothing, The Ride of Warriors, what fun papa!

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r j j stephan, i

c. MERCREDI, FREEZEMBER 18TH, 2019 A.D. @ 12:12 AM PST

{ drafted as I lay living the dream again, ad infinitum, just because...& listenin’ to a loop of @TonyJoWhite #PokeSaladAnnie on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MCSsVvlj6YA}

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?