PORK RINDS & CHITTERLINGS *
Richard Joseph Stephan· Sunday, April 12, 2020
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Jumpin’ to moonshine and black eyed peas, I need the edge of Space, near that corona
Not the COV-19 but the actual corona of the planet Earth, I need that, not a kill switch
Therefore, since there’s only one way out other than being a NASA pilot, I think, I am
Everybody got together one day before you knew it, the billions of people turned to Me.
Why is not of your or my concert but how is another story, that’s divine intervention, NOW
What the creator made from the Nothingness was a zillion pieces of individual bytes of here
Nothing we can do about it, it’s out of our hands, all in the hands of the gods or the God ROW
Pretending this’ll all go away once sleep ensues, that’s a pipe dream, it’s Mr. Trump fake hair.
But everyone understands eventually the nature of this and that beast, over here my derriere
I don’t grasp the reason we’re alive is anything other than the logical conclusion contusion
Thinking and putting things together, shopping for the ones who cannot, gettin’ great tips
Got a tater for protection and a guard to mind the store, the Easter bunny and I, we got It.
Not the bunny but the man with the plan, well maybe just a ghost, a spirit in the night fall
Because it sounds like a melody I’ve heard before the good gods and the evil backward alive
Instant oats and cow milk gets you goin’ in the AM or the PM, either way, you’re solid bro
Current of the apoplectic masses en route to the deep, blue sea, where my angels don’t go.
It pleases no one to be on the wrong side of the law, therefore, get deputized sheriff to be
Premonition that it’s going to be better than 2 months ago and it’s an unstoppable engine
It’s on steroids with the people, they appear to be happily without peace and God’s love
But if they wait ‘till the exact right time, failure of the mission would be impossible fee.
Innards of the hogs and the spectacular moonshine & chitterlings complete this ol’ webcast
As if anyone watched the live or the reruns of the past century, ballin’ Bony Marone to ask
On the brink at the edge of the cliff, ready to plunge onward without a word, you’re so bored
Maybe a hag might marry a general, the 1st Lady Martha W. @MinnieTheMoocher, scored!
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c. Dimanche, Avril 12, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 Polar Meridian, Pacific Standard Time
{ Drafted on Easter Sunday after Jesus jumped up and dunked All The Bawls, while listenin’ to VanMorrison on youTube #Ballerina & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/IfaaaDX_Uh0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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