MARY, MOVE IT TO THE RIGHT ... IMMORTALITY GAME, WELL PLAYED
Back in the Austin Chitown district, I played games of moms & pops until I couldn't kick the can
Sometimes just a rubber puck flyin' at your unmasked face at the La Fayette Park ice in the city
Supper or breakfast never made a difference at 12 years old, before some girls' were so pretty
Monkey shines I got, like gramma said, so good that I found out, I was a Harlem Shuffle apeman.
Sticks and stones never did break my bones and even the name calling didn't really hurt me much
It was the rejection of the apples of my eyes from the 'hood, from the elementary school of Christ
It was all about Our Lady & being a shy boy of the altar, doin' Chicago shuffles, touchin' the host
They shook tail feathers to & fro, amazing that I couldn't get past the rigor mortis end policy post.
Conjure a magic spell, play the bass, the rhythm and the lead, same time, same place, sing a song
Sliding left & right of the visible light spectrum reveals the Invisible to the disbeliever, drop thong
Briefs or boxers lead to monkeys like me, going #Commando in a Void, Life lost in the miraculous
Just in case you didn't know of your handpicked smile laughing in the herd, all just too marvelous.
You got sick, you got a bacterial infection or a viral bug, either from the land, the sea or airframe
Then you got better and everyone else got sick of the same infirmity and died, they left you boss
Of the men and the mice left alone without any compass on how to sustain their lifestyle of fame
Rear ends & front grills, simple-minded flashes in the pans, shootin' bull scat, sorry for your loss.
Anywho, that ship sailed long before I began movin' around like my bones wanted to exit a stage
To the left then the right, rockin' all night until daylight came to blind me and I turned the page
Serious as a cardiac arrest, I plucked, I blew, I pounded and stomped, I even chortled some rhyme
Shitzue dogs on the @Princess's deck, shedding wisdom noone desires or needs, in 'scoop' Time.
You've come this far, danced around like it was nobody's business and you have caused accidents
Over a dozen, maybe three or more times a zygote was conceived, now they're all legitimate gents
24 boys, sons of mine, none of their mothers told me of the little punks conceived, a welfare stat
Everyone ROCKED & ROLLED on AFDC, food stamps, free cheese, cool milk for humane scat.
Easy it came and easy it went, like smoke goin' up to the sky, from a fire or smokin' gun in hand
A Six or a Machine, either way, could even be an iron dinosaur rollin' on rubber and magic wand
Combustion or magnetism animating the matter from hella heavenly Space to a final resting joint
Virus within old people's meals and on passenger hands who ate dope food, so what's the point?
by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 23rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 06:33 AMPST
{ Drafted to @RollingStones #HarlemShuffle in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/nAkMTu6q2pY & #StickyFingers #BrownSugar link @ https://youtu.be/V0uzD5DMt8k }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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