KILL LIKE MEANS W A R, UNEMPLOYMENT, FLAT LINED CAPUT, IT'S OVER
Put a drink in my hand fifty years ago and here I am, in a mirror, not pushin' daisies, not sick
I can't remember if it was whiskey or rye, might have been gin or vodka in a 7-7 or gin's tonic
Either way, it was all over when it was all over, I could get from here to eternity with no map
Don't know what happened when I got to a fork in the road but one thing's for sure, it do clap!
I didn't want it but it came out of nowhere, communist plot to kill the GI younger than older
Ask who's left alive after being in the #SKOR and if you don't know what that is, google her
A place in Space on an Earth continent groomed from the bowels of the core, the gods' send
Kill your mind through your brain, it's over when it's over and you know it, it's no excrement!
Pumped through blown fragments of gravitational collapses and Big Bangs, I get it y'all, now
Breakin' it on down for the minions to read and write from grade schools, high ones & stoned
Everybody's gotta go not only to school for the sunrises but also to the sunsets for the highness
Low places swept for creatures who hold my Solo & Dixie cups full of a whiskey & H2O kiss.
They said we had to leave that moon before it was too late and they were right in retrospect
It was my ancestors home and this here place right here on Earth was the garden of their play
They nuked it with pollution and then blamed the gods for the catastrophe, creepy DNA deck
You could creep all night long like your grandma said you would if you were bad boy, sonny.
But in the penitentiary behind the concrete and steel the mothers and dads are all gone, pains
Nothing but you and your mind left to see, hear, feel, taste, and smell, nobody likes the stains
Clothes have no softener, other than your blood, sweat and tears that drop down stoned drunk
All of the dregs of society get stoned for being stupid, ignorant fools, bore to men who stunk.
Here's a coup d' gras for the mardi gras, students who learned nothing become teachers too
Passing no the unknown, occult knowledge of drinks in the hand, Jack Daniels or Smirnoff
Either way, #BrownOut or #WhiteLight that Spirit will elevate conscious minds from an asp
All the nonsense of an Earth goddess' damned art of being all too human of a being, last gasp!
The kids in the Bowery and boys in the Hood used to say things only they'd comprehend, dig?
It's nothing personal and it doesn't reflect on your worth as a person or human being, fix a rig
Shoot the line up the main to the brain, make the opiate flakes cover the logic and reason scat
Inherited from philosophers and lunatic dopes, first mover of masses, to war, where it's all at!
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, Freezember 31st, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
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