LIFE IN A BELLJAR MATTERS, EH?
Mere trivia on the block like Jenny and her girls that fly like the window pane, see it’s a flirt
Just about all of the things you thought were true are fake and about to be debunked by Bozo
A clown in the hallway hangin’ on the walls of Jericho or New Mexico-Texas barrier weed dirt
Now the shorter. lesser ones want to be the fatter and greater, a man walks into a higher bar.
Misfit square pegs tryin’ to squeeze into a hamburger joint’s round hole, never to be tools
For a group or a clutch or a click of the mouse, you’re there in between sheets and the fools
Zooming from one to sixty nine in heaven to isolated maximum security solitary confines
In the end, it doesn’t really matter and even if it did, you have less power dead than alive.
For the umpteenth time of my life in a Bell-jar like a meatball in stew, ready to soak it up
I got cash, I got a cache, no man or woman can catch my screwball, it’s an impossible cup
I fired ‘em 80 mph down the pipe strikes hit for homers and fanned for a third strike blow
Nobody gets everything all the time, except One thing, that is Nothing, Emptiness of zero.
Purely a feminine thing to want to see me every day when I can’t even handle scuttlebutt
Sometimes I don’t even glance in a mirror or see a reflection of my countenance in glass
It ain’t nothing I’m missing and nothing I’m ever even gonna think about tiny cock block
Of the mice who were mighty and just plain old Mickey or Minnie or even the Kid Rock.
Spirits moved me more than once from the First Cause to the last second ago, I still dance
You never know if it’s gonna go longer than the last second, in this pressure cooker, living
Alive and no prospect of being someone’s FOOD, like all of the other animals and plants
Glory be to Skynyrd and those airplanes that don’t stay up in the sky, comin’ down to sing.
Don’t say you will if you won’t and don’t say you did if you don’t ‘cause it really don’t matter
Not to me, your parents or society, God got killed so it’s cool with the divine trapper/divider
As if way out of this world, off of the Earth grid is better than being here and now, it all dies
False prophets and free radicals out of the fear of the unknown honey, poke ivory-ebony eyes.
Darker sides than the moon’s Void on the far side where spotlights fail to illuminate function
Of mankind made a small step there but Man’s #BigStep was the 1st one, 3-2-1 blast ignition
You think you’re alive and you have forever to be creative next year to be holy or not be at all
Time waits for nobody, you can’t catch it to stop it like a butterfly in a Bell Jar, innocent plea.
I got some news for you and it might force you to take action again, I can see you get way high
Nothing left to see here, move on, go home, go about your business, ain’t nothing to see here
All the kings and queens women and men have no idea why they get woke & fall down to die
In the end, problem’s solved, black solutions are not up to you any more, All GD lives matter.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday, July 22nd, 2020 @ 9:11 PM
{ Drafted while listenin’ to @ZZTop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wT3Kh-GgMbU }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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