TOO FAR GONE NOW, 1 SHORT OF A 12 PAK, IT WAS A COLD ONE BABY?
Messengers bringin' the bottom line to the forefront, in the beginning it was pitch black dark
Light itself, blown up matter showing off it's explosions, what we need to eat or drink, mark!
Fabulous moving into the dream and out of the cream, couldn't land that big one, false alarm
We could have made it all work out but it takes two to tango and I was a boy from a hogfarm.
There isn't two minutes to play the games I want to play, I know the rules and I want to play
Beating myself in a solo gang of one, nobody to argue with & I always agree, might die today
Hope not but nobody knows the ultimate answer to a conundrum, to be or not to be a doubt
Right cards in the right place at the right time, full house or a royal flush will straighten it out.
Overnight the things moved, changed from alive to dead, unfathomable & in smoky dope
Monkeys puttin' down the lettuce for million dollar condos, mansions in their minds' eyes
Punks on corners lived and died, fishermen and apostles smoked turkish tobacco and rope
Burnt booty and now there's the rubic cube rumble in the jungle, maybe it was cherry pies.
White flag tryin' to warn morons and blank pages full of empty words, explain the hot dead
No gratitude for innocence of the human babies and all non-human life, a southern comfort
Calculate the sum and live with it, subtract, add, multiply for division of anyone's godhead
You came to follow me, jump off Earth without a body, nobody gets out alive, it's been said!
No turns going forward from this day to tomorrow, there's no reversal nobody turns it back
Reincarnation's a hope of fear-mongering mobs with a morbidity rate of 100 % Homer grown
Flowers and love began the progress to the end of the story, the casket and the urn, 12 pak
Meaning two six paks ought to do the trick when you are one beer short, all dead & all gone.
Grim & ecstatic at one & the same time, it's just begun & it's all over already, funny bone
Trip on medicine or poison, naked apes try to do this on their own without a cell phone
Now it's over ain't it? We can't do it over, there are no #DoOvers on the plains or groves
This is all you're gonna get, lucky conceived, random randos & bettys, extinction of doves.
Funk filled up the cake that I bought from the baker, candles all blown out, heaven my foot
Or at least my toes and heel with a dagger in a pocket, I ain't goin' down to the bottom boot
Kicks got harder to come by in Time, kicks fake punted a decade, time's in & out, ain't none
First snap of last straws leads to dark a side of the path, no royal flush, can't land a big one.
Being too involved in the minutes and hours from day to day leads to the same place's glow
In and out of Sun consciousness you've inherited from Adam, Eve and the other anthropoids
Coming over you is a heightened awareness that you're as immortal as the sexual innuendo
Landed on the runway before it was cleared of debris, wings went down, engines got skids.
Drunk and brain whacked by tobacky, put the spirit of God in a difficult position, done wrong
If the creator is the origin of the universe, I mean if that's the Truth, then evil lives in a song
Common dysfunction of a cerebral cortex is related to network nerve damage, stab in a heart
Nothing works but a #cOLDne, when you're high & dry, nowhere mankind is a longneck's art.
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, Janvier 20th, 2021 Anno Domini #PunchMeAwake #BadaBing #BadaBoom
{ #EveOfOneTwentyTwentyOne drafted while listenin' to @Eric_Church #ColdOne on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE }
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