1 SHORT OF A 12 PACK, MARXIST, FORMALDEHYDE PHILOSOPHY, MARX IN THE DARK
That was indeed a cold one that day you walked out the door, you slammed it shut, exit sound
It's always open for a come back but that was only once, won't be comin' back this time 'round
Shots in the darkness of Space, sweatin' long necks waitin' for me to occupy my round bar-stool
Freakin' high and dry, smokin' a fatty in the back parking lot, by the woods of the coldest fool.
Flies buzz around the ends of the means, it's nobody's fault, it just happens, it all goes on ice
Eventually even the hottest pistol turns into it's original cold steel, it's all for the good of God
First and last time we watch the love of our lives mow down our #TopOfTheWorld cold one
Sung from the porch or drivin' away down the gravel road, makin' stones and red dust fly son.
Not your mother nor your father to blame for any of this, they made you out of the lust of love
Still you didn't have to leave me so high and dry without the words of love, you killed the dove
Record highs from the lowland, the swamps to the gods' garden of weed and flower candy blow
First and Last Time, First and Last Cause of the End of you and me, be the fish on Cannery Row.
On a trouble hook or a gill net thrown to the love of eaten sea creatures, martians from Pluto
They have taken over the #VirusMutilation and caused the extinction of species catalyst, a video
Shown far and wide on the world-wide web, a record high of likes and hates of this Adam show
Eve didn't like bein' second fiddle either, don't let a bible & history fool you, I say E I E I oh no!
Buns holding Matter in the matrix, outside of the Void or inside of It, One and the same Nothing
Substance, the thing itself, an essence of the origin's mortal sin, compared to what, come-on son
Pretenders aren't recommended & if you persist, you'll die of ignorance, of being hat-checking
Strangled until the heart had it's last pump and beat of the drum, seven holy holes, wide open!
In the finale, what it's all about now is what it will always be about, always been about, survival
Out of the blue from above, in the six feet of dirt atop my leftover skin & bones, talkin' general
When they talk, you better listen, you better start sweatin' 'cause it means a twelve pack's gone
Now & then you've get what comes out of nowhere, gimme a beer, I'm outta here, rock's stone!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMMST
{ Drafted while listenin' to a loop of #ColdOne by @Eric_Church link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE #PerfectDayForTheEndOfMay #ImOuttaHere }
That was indeed a cold one that day you walked out the door, you slammed it shut, exit sound
It's always open for a come back but that was only once, won't be comin' back this time 'round
Shots in the darkness of Space, sweatin' long necks waitin' for me to occupy my round bar-stool
Freakin' high and dry, smokin' a fatty in the back parking lot, by the woods of the coldest fool.
Flies buzz around the ends of the means, it's nobody's fault, it just happens, it all goes on ice
Eventually even the hottest pistol turns into it's original cold steel, it's all for the good of God
First and last time we watch the love of our lives mow down our #TopOfTheWorld cold one
Sung from the porch or drivin' away down the gravel road, makin' stones and red dust fly son.
Not your mother nor your father to blame for any of this, they made you out of the lust of love
Still you didn't have to leave me so high and dry without the words of love, you killed the dove
Record highs from the lowland, the swamps to the gods' garden of weed and flower candy blow
First and Last Time, First and Last Cause of the End of you and me, be the fish on Cannery Row.
On a trouble hook or a gill net thrown to the love of eaten sea creatures, martians from Pluto
They have taken over the #VirusMutilation and caused the extinction of species catalyst, a video
Shown far and wide on the world-wide web, a record high of likes and hates of this Adam show
Eve didn't like bein' second fiddle either, don't let a bible & history fool you, I say E I E I oh no!
Buns holding Matter in the matrix, outside of the Void or inside of It, One and the same Nothing
Substance, the thing itself, an essence of the origin's mortal sin, compared to what, come-on son
Pretenders aren't recommended & if you persist, you'll die of ignorance, of being hat-checking
Strangled until the heart had it's last pump and beat of the drum, seven holy holes, wide open!
In the finale, what it's all about now is what it will always be about, always been about, survival
Out of the blue from above, in the six feet of dirt atop my leftover skin & bones, talkin' general
When they talk, you better listen, you better start sweatin' 'cause it means a twelve pack's gone
Now & then you've get what comes out of nowhere, gimme a beer, I'm outta here, rock's stone!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMMST
{ Drafted while listenin' to a loop of #ColdOne by @Eric_Church link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE #PerfectDayForTheEndOfMay #ImOuttaHere }
FINIS
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