ANTAGONISTIC WRETCH I AM NOT
I refuse to repeat myself and flap my gums needlessly when I don’t have to, oh wait, my gums
In any case, you have no choice, you will, I will, we all will live and die in the middle of a Sin
Comfort food for the soul about a Savior from the Original Sin or Avatar of legendary slums
For a finale, Time in a pandemic which began as Bat Soup dribbling down on me, too human.
Alright, take a knee, hit the pause button, as you were, as it was and always will be, this is It
All we’re ever gonna get is what we each manufacture from the atoms conscious to the Id
An Ego moves the scenes in and out of the picture, every one of the shots tells it’s own story
Only you know and I know what this means, index fingertip to the thumb, evil eye is the key.
Sad for the One that hatched the many from a Big Bang or a gravitational collapse, in a Void
Tubular and deep, dark wellspring above the glittering gold that doesn’t glitter over a border
Where Alice feared so little she fell in the hole, to get us through it, a wonderland will unfold
Magic and a future shock is all there is, the way it’s gonna be, a brave, new world of disorder.
Mercy for the beggars who cannot move up the ladder of success in the capital way, all rejects
From the pile of helpers to the few brains and minds behind the causes and inevitable effects
Quoting Word, Scripture of philosophical images, long dead and gone, caused a grim distress
Upon dreams and real, daily walk-abouts this planet of rocks roll devils with sky blue dresses.
Ghost in the machine or just a spirit in the night or a soul on ice’s dream within a wet dream
Burlesque or Vaudeville or Broadway straight to Hollywood and Vine, a Studio City scheme
On cracker jacks and black jack gum, gulping sweet sugar to suffocate the brain’s synapses
A wretched jin, king of Rock & Roll, thank you please is all I can pray at the queens’ graves.
Watchin’ your P’s & Q’s because somebody will always be around wantin’ to make you forget
Just because you’re alive, that hurts those that don’t know how to rock and roll, can’t git it
They want to take care of you meaning take you down, make you pull your gun, It is Word
Boots out in the streets needin’ to move and walk on, it’s a Southern Man thing, #Skynyrd.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Tuesday, May 19, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST
{ Wrote while listenin’ to Lynyrd Skynyrd #Winterland circa 1975 A.D. #TheNeedleAndTheSpoon & HITS from ‘75 link @ https://youtu.be/3QR28CzONi8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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