#InductedMyselfIntoMyAnalHallOfFame #MollyHatchetHitMen @JimiHendrix #BiPolarBluesJam1970

AIN'T NO SMOKE & AIN'T NO FIRE, NO BELLS TO RING OR WHISTLES TO BLOW
Gone with the creator of heaven above Earth, beyond the Milky Way of the Super Nova or so I'm told
Yin and Yang inside of the praying human bodies, none of them with wings of quicksilver a fool's gold
Monitor the flying monkeys and dreamscapes of the wise ones with a fortune invested in a sea's bawl
Blues with green leaves of happy smoke bud-euphoria, pure blood allows the weak to annihilate y'all.

It's a tiny, microscopic stage presence movin' the sweat and blood  pumpin' the Mazatlan holy shotguns
From the origin to the final destination, workin' the rooms and causin' the ruckus that kills all the sons
Chevys & Fords movin' the product from point A to point B & consumed by the electrocuted daughters
All the shotgun Bettys movin' the gold & silver labels to the babies of the extreme fuss, life of all of us.

Bets are all off, there's no reason to put your money on a sure thing, all of the hippy mamas took off
Without any daddies or pappys to turn their lives into something, they grew & sold Mary by the eighth
All the way up to the flower down to the origin of the DNA seed or shotgun snaps, loaded axe a-pickin'
And grinnin' man, that's really all there is left over in the fridge, the electric ladies are sirens' king pin.

Across a road where you can't see any traffic coming or going,  aunt Marie walked in front of a truck
Killed 'fore we were a pre-teen, a psycho-babble padre who watched lives die, aye yi yi, gone amuck
Listenin' from a place in Space where I have never been but soon will be, eatin' peanuts &  filet gumbo
Young cowboy, boy from Chi, thought it was OK to have guns and drink wine with Cisco & Poncho.

In the incomprehensible arguments, pro or con there may be a shred of the absolute Truth, substances
Matter of facts being the origin of the gravitational collapse of universally charming subatomic dunces
Made men, unmade women, dogs are a man's best friend, they can't be bought or sold, it's a factoid ill
Money isn't everything but gold is, paper will burn, gold will not, property burns, rock & roll won't kill.

Mirrors reflecting what you look like in the light of the star's burning disappearance of an ebb and flow
From the seven continents and the islands that used to be the tips of mountains when they rose above
The hydrogen and oxygen flow changing with a spin & wobble of the dirty conundrum, dirty ol' goat

Unto the victor goes the spoils, I am One of them, I had it all and let it go, as I row, row, row my boat.

by
rjjstephan
c.  Dimanche, June XIII, MMXXI Anno Domini @ oh eight somethin' #ShotGunBetty #PackNightNashville @SwisherSweets @Alexander_King youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9YEFSb2fOOA & #BoomLagaLagaLagaBoom #EssentialSlyAndTheFamilyStone link @ https://youtu.be/6fjZaSRoWG0  }
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