WHEN YOU FIND WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR, GREENWATER'S THERE!
One step beyond the glass door of perception, behind the absence of darkness' light side
Perfect that squirt can between your legs, sittin' in a plastic chair at the front of the pak
High and dry, it was as it's always been notwithstanding the foamy, wet hydrogen oxide
I left & you left and we left the Oneness, love burned a short bailiwick and y'all cracked.
High and dry above and below the hella good ol' boys with sweatin' longneck 12 packs
Down by the riverbend where the current really gets goin' for the raft, it's just the facts
At the end of the day, when it's all over, a cold one makes the difference, forget about it
You can't have a do-over because what comes and goes never comes back, river-rat chit.
Muck and mire move the religions to the right & left of the spectrum politico, do it, bite
Right in the most meat you got, probably a butt roast or slab/side of ribs, out of eyesight
For no reason, this doesn't rhyme with the words that end straightened lines, this is it son
Cold one you took from home to your roost where Mr. Right should reside, I ain't the one.
Filled up the tanks of Geronimo for the last stand for the motherland, not yours, it's fine
I was here & now way before the Great Lakes were all that's left of the H2O and my wine
It all got high and dry way before I came to take a stand on my grounded flying machine
In the end at the final shot in the dark, you won't know it but you'll be in a finale scene.
Mortified by the mortician & the embalmer, put me on ice, frozen blue, hard, fake heads
Boys and girls turn around & they either die or live to be a hundred, trade you for beads
Punked & looked up to derelicts living under freeways, dirty monkeys gone bats hit crazy
Gifts of gods over & under a freeway's access to sandy beaches failed 12 paks, I'm hazy?
Bonded to the surfaces of what appears to be the graves of our ancestors and descendants
Surprise is the Word of the day, it can't be all there is, yet it may be, all too human hot Ends
Reward for being punished for other people's karma is ten years down the river, it's all over
From a date of birth through a date of death, we're in it, Darkness pretending to be friends.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Janvier 26th, 2021 Anno Domini (A Cold One!)
{ Drafted while listenin' to @Eminem #FALL on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MfTbHITdhEI }
FINIS & CHRONIC
W.W.A.R.D.?
One step beyond the glass door of perception, behind the absence of darkness' light side
Perfect that squirt can between your legs, sittin' in a plastic chair at the front of the pak
High and dry, it was as it's always been notwithstanding the foamy, wet hydrogen oxide
I left & you left and we left the Oneness, love burned a short bailiwick and y'all cracked.
High and dry above and below the hella good ol' boys with sweatin' longneck 12 packs
Down by the riverbend where the current really gets goin' for the raft, it's just the facts
At the end of the day, when it's all over, a cold one makes the difference, forget about it
You can't have a do-over because what comes and goes never comes back, river-rat chit.
Muck and mire move the religions to the right & left of the spectrum politico, do it, bite
Right in the most meat you got, probably a butt roast or slab/side of ribs, out of eyesight
For no reason, this doesn't rhyme with the words that end straightened lines, this is it son
Cold one you took from home to your roost where Mr. Right should reside, I ain't the one.
Filled up the tanks of Geronimo for the last stand for the motherland, not yours, it's fine
I was here & now way before the Great Lakes were all that's left of the H2O and my wine
It all got high and dry way before I came to take a stand on my grounded flying machine
In the end at the final shot in the dark, you won't know it but you'll be in a finale scene.
Mortified by the mortician & the embalmer, put me on ice, frozen blue, hard, fake heads
Boys and girls turn around & they either die or live to be a hundred, trade you for beads
Punked & looked up to derelicts living under freeways, dirty monkeys gone bats hit crazy
Gifts of gods over & under a freeway's access to sandy beaches failed 12 paks, I'm hazy?
Bonded to the surfaces of what appears to be the graves of our ancestors and descendants
Surprise is the Word of the day, it can't be all there is, yet it may be, all too human hot Ends
Reward for being punished for other people's karma is ten years down the river, it's all over
From a date of birth through a date of death, we're in it, Darkness pretending to be friends.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Janvier 26th, 2021 Anno Domini (A Cold One!)
{ Drafted while listenin' to @Eminem #FALL on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MfTbHITdhEI }
FINIS & CHRONIC
W.W.A.R.D.?
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