CONFLICT OF A LITTLE SAUCY CHIT
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Come to think of it, it’s meant to be, all American women look like they’re in an Arab harem
All of the grandfathers who are dead and gone are rolling over in graves, no mask on them
Bones don’t need a virus that can’t be killed, we kill all viruses alive in the old sugar shack
Uncomfortable as a seventh shot of whiskey on an empty stomach, the night fades to black.
Telegraph the message to the Western Union man at the train station, all the tracks are gone
There’s no way to get over the canyon so stop and reverse, return eventually, all said & done
There’s rules and regulations to the game that I never signed on to play, yet I am the best
Nobody ever born on Earth could ever beat me since I always win the magic potion test.
Given theorems and resulting equations of the Calculus and a Trigonometric conundrum
There’s no reason to fear death while you’re alive other than avoiding pain and suffering
Getting and staying healthy to get the maximum benefit from existence as a human drone
That itself is all there is because without this body and soul, so to speak, there’s nothing!
Now then, everybody on Earth who comprehends the nature of our beast within, is NOT alive
We’re the ones that are dead and gone even though we’re awake, walking around to love jive
A moment after the boys and girls die, they’ll know the reason why they lived at all, God send
No other story available at this moment, a rumor is all I have, a token of blind faith’s stipend.
Pecking order of the peckers lined up in the soup line is tough guys first, ladies second fiddle
Carry your books home from school, got a kiss at your back door so your sister could giggle
Market is up and Gold is up, that’s all I care about until the last breath I take of pure tequilla
Salt, shot down, lime, repeat several times for desired effect I can never stack on a tortilla.
Uncertainty principles from songs that remain the same give the impression that we all care
But we do not care like you’d suspect that we should, if we ain’t wealthy and healthy, forget it
In a more measured way when you were supposed to be measuring efficiently already, be fair
Looks like you know nothing and you’ve said enough, that is #Everclear, Nothing is The Chit.
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r j j stephan, i
c. July 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to Cheech & Chong on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3mYwow08Wyc }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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