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Tuesday, February 11, 2020

#INeedSomeWhiskeyGlasses #DoubleBarrelledBlackJack @MorganWallen @TheNewRadicals #AlphaMales #OmegaFemales #WeOnlyGotWhatWeGive #ThatsAllFolks #DontGiveUp #DontLetGo


ACES OVER QUEENS, FOOL HOUSE
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, February 11, 2020
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Sweet Jesus and Buddha of mine, they never saw this, if they did they’d have just phqn died
Falling in love with the sea salt witch that never leaves you alone and out of tune, mortal Sin
As if you knew who Davy Crockett was, oh yeah that’s right, you & Davy Crockett’s coonskin
A racoon on top of the bald head to keep the noggin warm, bulletproof as a steak or cowhide.

A quirk it might be yet it feels like the essence of eternity when I’m talkin’ to myself, echo too
It all comes around in the end like a rope lasso I throw at the cowherd and get them back cool
All for the back of the slaughter house where they go to get eaten by bull’s who shat It within
Gold, blue blood, diamonds, pretty smiles and unrotten teeth, no sugar to eat or lip hummin’.

Got a juice harp for the melody twang and a bird’s tweets from the eagle’s nest above the cliff
Atop the sleeveless deadwood we didn’t chop and saw into toothpicks and marble mansions
So the artists and actresses of the selfies and movies of the cinematic genii who pretend to be
Who they were before and after their Blues concepts, big idea of DNA replication, a god’s sea.

You got this one bench by the ocean’s edge, near the beach where you can’t get further to me
You can’t swim long and you’ve got to drown and die in the mass of liquid matter, side of Far
Like the backbeat and the story-lines of the headlines and best selling tales of A reason to be
Ever since you saw me on the corner waitin’ for a bus outside a Pacific tavern, blues-man bar.

Now, I’ll take you right there if you don’t mind letting go of everything known, forget ‘bout It
Then, it’s in the future you can’t know before it’s right there in front of your nekid bull’s chit
Form and matter molded to your DNA pattern of the first two who made the first One, daddy
Yeah, the flow you knew when DIRT flew the coup, being a dog’s backbone, blues-man at sea.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Martedì 11 febbraio 2020 Anno Domini @ 1:11 Pacific Standard Time (PST)
{ Drafted while recallin’ your #LongKiss & #HeartOfGold & loopin’ Morgan_wallen_offical #RedneckLoveSong on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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