DANK AND DRANK IN DEPTH
Changes come and go...
HIGHER THAN HIGH SCHOOL, A WET #3 DRIVER & A COLD, STIFF ICICLE PARTY
Camping in the mountains, in my 4 x 4 & two bottles of Black Jack, drunk city dreamin' midnight
A long neck short of a twelve pack, that will kill you in thirty or forty years, hell, might die tonight
Or maybe I'll never die because I am not the bones & blood I call my own, bangin' borrowed time
I didn't pay for it, it's on loan from God, as is everybody's loan on Earth dirt, I'm droppin' a dime.
Punks and pieces of cigarette butts in their mouths, talkin' smack and livin' large in a black hen
Like their millionaire golfers and speed racers gettin' ready for holes in one or firin' my ol' #410
Mothers aborted us all before we were conceived in utero, a pull of lusty love, need a holy soul
As if you needed more words to explain the misunderstanding about hard rocks and a bed roll.
Apes and homo sapiens walk upright on their own two feet, still crippled by the birthing light Sun
Out of the pitch black darkness a sudden shock wave of knowledge and wisdom, fight a good one
God's either the dotted darkness above and below these wonderful things themselves, Hell I Am
Bent on saving the horrid and horrible who want to swallow the ground up meat and bone, Sam!
Buzzin' bees, girls and boys from Dallas to NYC, Miami to Seattle down to L.A. I fly, I buzz, it's Me
All alone without the origin of the creation, still a buzz is made, flyin' gods form a vortex of bugs
Penthouse kept high with pent up emotions, catchin' the buzz and rockin' the roll, dead man free
Being a day old or a century later, death calls, corpus dilecti comes to get repaid, a loan Ala God!
Turtles and princesses more than likely have caused this predicament of extinction's species rig
All of our kin who lived and died without our help have a message left over with a barnyard pig
Homeboys and homegirls out at the lake for the party before the big graduation day from a gig
Schooled in university professor style, graduates of the Homeboy schools, doin' what we all dig.
Who can forget about what you drank and what you smoked other than you, recollect the gold
Back in the woods, buried the stash deep down underground by elms & birches, I'm drunk & old
About seven decades from the first Cause, Final End is coming, all people on Earth know the drill
You're born either in love or hate and all of y'all die in the Great Beyond where we love road kill.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, February 21st, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Drafted while jammin' to Luke Bryan - One Margarita link @ https://youtu.be/YEq-cvq_cK4 & gonna get drunk on a plane soon link @ https://youtu.be/QrM39m22jH4 & somewhere on a beach too @ https://youtu.be/QrM39m22jH4 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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