DIRTY BOOTS, SO IT’S A GOOD LIE!
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 12, 2020
Y’all got the music in you, y’all got a reason to live, y’all got a lot to give this old world, mate
Freedom isn’t free and now you’ve got to pay up for your liberty to be the First and Last date
With your love of your life, this one life of the Many, the transitory state of being the bone ho
208 of them under the long hair grown silver from black, took the color out from head to toe.
Nothing to laugh at yet the Divine Comedy resists the analysis of the set up, it’s all up to me
You get what you gave, you gave nothing at all then it follows you’ll get nothing, being Tools
For the purpose of extending the words out to the infinite Ends that can never be for Fools
I’m playin’ the songs that remind me of the dreamer’s disease that got me down on my knees.
Music moves the spirit that will transit the universe, the solar system, the atomic molecules
Come home whether you’re ready or not, it’s getting dark outside and the streetlights are on
For eight hours the star hides away, the lump of spinnin’ dirt pretends it’s forever but it’s not
A fraction of a second, a tock less than a tick, amusing the One’s sixth sense of golden rules.
To be or not to be, do unto others as you would have them do unto you, First Blood’s revenge
If and only if you can entertain a moment of pure reason, a reality will be a full sky of orange
Burned the grass, the weeds and trees, killed and BBQ’d the wild life and marijuana patches
Everything you worked so hard for all of it, crop of Love, gone in a NY minute, GD witches.
Who lit the fire that started the devastating recycling of plastic, wood and porcelain mansions
Not only the Karens but also the Kens have been displaced and now, it’s above and below sins
We’re mortal, we long to be infinite and beyond the corpse of death, a spirit of 76 or a 7th son
Yet, here and now we both are, you, me and history, it ain’t nobody’s fault, it’s double vision.
I caught the baseball on a line drive over second base, I tags runners out goin’ to 2nd & third
Gone in four quarters, nine innings, three periods, what the deuce is in search of a high bird
Balls of roundness hit, caught, bounced over, onto things themselves as all of the eagles LIVE
Reasons to BE, listen to the music inside and outside, it’s a short, long ride, a reason to give.
I will gyp you one way or the other, my friends and strangers, I have no enemies of mine yet
Only the jealous who covet perfection would be upset that I have what they lack, wanna bet?
They all get what they gave and they gave Nothing, they consumed and defecated their faces
Not only have they nothing to wipe off the leftover mess, only choice is self-licking all races!
Bringing it back around to the origin of this species, this human of humanity being humane
It is only logical and practical that knowledge is shared with those who require the soul train
On board a one way trip to the end of the line, an idiot’s depot is just over the cliff, jump a Ho
Speed of light, soul’s iced and I’m on my knees, got what I gave, cat’s fat in a holy, black hole!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, September 12th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Drafted listenin to The New Radicals #YouGetWhatYouGive on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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