SIMPLE-MINDS UP SHTZ’ CREEK
Eyes opened and closed in a blink, a flash of star-burned light filters through the cloud nines
Where ever the things move above and below the ground, diggin’ or crawlin’, walkin’ or flyin’
Ends will come high and grade school’s thought forms that snagged a spark for a few joy rides
Happy hour was every one of them that mattered here and now, living was better than dying.
Yet, there’s no way out of the dilemma, knowing it before it happens makes it happiness here
Knowing there’s absolutely Nothing aware after we die, our minds, we animals die, don’t care
On to the afterlife where your archangels fear to go, where God gets irritated by you, oh hehl
Missing points bring us to where we want to be, where the long gone place is, it’s where I fell.
No coming back, no reincarnation as the story tellers and liars related their tales and fictions
Still in written word form on pages of books, to read in languages alive and dead for the eons
Monkeys and fish seem to have left the others behind, eaten and drank it all up, Earth Ends
Claim to fame either gets you what you need when your dead or it’s just a whiff of trash cans.
You love what you’ve learned your elders loved when you were a little daughter and tiny son
Your fault for all of the decisions you make based on their teachings, it’s only right you do pay
Stupid is as stupid does, ignorance is bliss in some form or another, can’t get far with an idiot
It takes one to know one, dolphins make me high too but I don’t tell all, it’ll git me buckshot.
Letting you know where to find me when I’m dead, I’m goin’ straight down to the core’s pit
Down below this dirt in the inner space above absolutely nothing, a vacuumed Void of scat
Without a subject or any objective, there is the absolute left to predicate the bizarre display
Day, night, spun & wobbled around, showed the way, tomorrow for some will never be today!
Then and that means if and only if everything goes as planned, then it’s one last chance to do
What you always thought you wanted to be a good man, a bad boy took the time row in a flow
Down river with the drag of the ocean’s attraction due to centrifugal spirits keepin’ us in Pain
Species beings extinct, good, bad or fugly deceit, skewed vision’s insanity, a 2020 AD reign.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted behind the background of Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville Ocho Rios Jamaica link @ https://youtu.be/Omox2ci5yB0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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