NOTHING BUT ENOUGH IS WAY TOO MUCH ---------------------------
I whistled Dixie before my exits at the entrances, I'd soon be gettin Mardi Gras drunk on dank
I am & you are, in general and in particular, taverns & bars my lust for the Climax, checkin' rank
Captains or generals become as dead as the door-nails hammered into the lumber of Joshua X
Black Jack #49 in and out of my mind, just the highest spirit to be on the planet's star dirty Rex.
Mama I remember all the love, don't worry in heaven or hell we'll all go and get to know which
What the cash can't buy is the day after you die, what you see is what you'll get from a sea witch
On the crest of the waves' surf, you gotta wonder why your waxed board held the curl to Valhalla
Angels feared the devils, twister sisters and soul brothers, #FakeNews' 50 G watts of Barbarella.
Just in case things don't go as I planned, it'll be over anyway, like a chariot, so bible thumpin' fast
Not higher than heaven but just there on the invisible plane of formless drips of the Space walks
Immigration and the exodus from the One and the same thing, a climax it knows won't ever last.
Fallin' out of the tree hurt my bones, made it to be about 90 or so, worked over when it was over
You got a bit too familiar with the material world full of material girls and boys who ain't no lover
Nuns & high priests cannot hold the bones close, the highest essence becomes too human, divine
Struggled with souls of blue rubber & other things, red wine high, altar boy cuts & scars, all mine.
Boys in the city hood really die earlier than their time, they eat the fat and it murders the blood
Grease from the plants & animals to mend the Big Bang, still out of control hollywood fish food
Holy days and holidays count as the revolution down by the river and the one above and below
Born one day, back road or hospital or low riversides of Metro honky tonks, downwind, I blow.
Dove off the board, did either a jackknife or a cannonball, could have been a swan or belly flop
In any case, all H2O dries up when the heat gets hotter than a pistol after a Bonnie & Clyde stop
What does that mean? Earth is an electron going around a neutron star, a positron #fake insight
Imagine, good, bad & ugly, melted beauty into forms of muck & mire, I'm what that is, yo' right!
by
r j j stephan,
c. Dimanche, Freezember 27th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted to @BarenakedLadies #GreatestHits videos out of pandemical phantasmagoria, #GimmeABreak link @ https://youtu.be/8ggJS0p-QQc }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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