SHELTER OUT OF PLACE, HUMANE!
Better to me than I was to myself but it just didn't fly more than a few decades, It’s caput
On the rocks for the sake of knowing that you’re gonna die and haven’t accomplished it
Whatever that was when you were a teenager, the It hasn’t panned out & time’s wasting
Fake news and fake memories of things that never happened, somewhere over a rainbow.
By the curbside where a flying balloon lands just past the cornfields, Iowa or Nebraska husks
Where you’ll find the sweetness before the bitter ends, makes you cry to let it all go bye-bye
But then again, if you analyze the situation, you have no idea why you’re here anyway, to fly?
Up and down the mountains, downstream to the seas and on to the rain clouds’ rainbows high.
For the sake of sanity, you must play the hard rock with the classical notes of a million scales
Cryptic thoughts tied up in the arpeggios and chords from the angelic realm, above or below
Mean streets of only one way from the origin to the ends, it’s the only way to go, no free wills
On being all too human with crazy talkin’ control over the planetary orbit, lunatic WW5 kills.
In a position to rock the boat being the captain isn’t the brother you thought he was, no way
Not a moment will pass from now on to the last breath, when you forget the ruins, old homes
The way it was is the way it’ll never be again, nothing to do with the blaming herd’s immunity
Just the way it was is not the way it’s gonna be, space & time will tell if we’re phuqng gnomes!
Throw a mask on your face and it will make you feel invincible to the invisible lovers of DNA
Bad boys’ evil RNA to perform #TheBusiness on our kids & old ladies, the gods are on furlow
Like little babies in the cradle, we let the bugs run rampant up an down their legs and minds
For the sake of the Eagles among us, at least there’s the carrion left on ground zero, oh hero!
OK, now let’s roll, who’s in charge, take us to your leader, there’s only One in charge, don’t lie
I know when your nose gets red and you want some alcohol to drink or maryjane to cover fate
There it is, you’re ripe and ready now for the Truth, it’s been said before, what soul is all about
Doom n’ gloom go boom, darkness’ dirty, dark kings in check, the queens’ are at War to mate!
by
r j j stephan, i
{ drafted while listenin’ to some nonsense from RobertZimmerman1977 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hUvcWXTIjcU & https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo & Bruce Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/BNwpbW0wCAI }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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