OBVIOUSLY YOU MISUNDERSTOOD SOMETHING I SAID, DIE ALONE, WATTS OUT!
Smoked the whole enchilada at the picnic and it wasn't long before it was so long gone, magic
Music and pleasure of the emotions popping up out of your skin and bones, it's CoVid19 virus sick
Everybody dies even if you don't catch the flu, with or without a vaccination of your soul's armpit
Your will & desire have absolutely nothing to do with the existence of this planet's elliptical orbit.
In or out of the trouble inside the corridor to the core of spirits' Constant, a simple mind, so basic
In and out of the places in Space we're allowed to squeeze into an orange peel with a lime twist
Common sense & rational thought merge into a philosophy of darkness in the middle of gittin' lit
It sounds better than sour notes played in perpetuity, to be or not to be husbands & wives, schit.
Pity for the poor & unfortunate 'cause their naivety insures they'll miss out on the guilty pleasures
The seven seas are murky but haven't always been that way, only after the deaths of all creatures
Water of life with an aversion to the deterioration of DNA and it's product, forms of self-worth?
Live and death's living balls of protoplasm, ova & gamete protozoa, all of it's a miraculous birth.
Morphing your invisible soul which qualifies it to be a cool chimera of our imaginary log rhythms
As a thing itself, this man or that woman, now or later and in retrospect, all for One & One for all
Beatin' on drums and cymbals can be done for a long time, once you're in, you get hip to the 88's
Frequency and wavelength of the energy comes out of nowhere then vanishes into a Void's fate.
In and out of the ears and the hamburger shop, it's all for the good of the Earth's spook tooth
Meaning of the spirits deep inside the night, where they stay because they lost all of baby Ruth
It's a matter of don't ask & don't tell but if the question's about form, the answer's clearly a gun
End game surprise waiting for all of the ones who lived life, like you & I, get ready for some fun.
Mercy for the hopes of the faithful who love even the most despicable among the species' ilk
Because of a mental inferiority, the morons & idiots are allowed to be as they got drunk on milk
In schools, penitentiaries and universities, the young are taught to be old and pretend to be wise
Harder than it appears to be, puttin' on a ruse 24/7 & for everyone except yourself, soul's on ice.
Your music plays before and after life and you don't have to be present to hear honey drippin' on
The timeline that loves honey will remain the chosen until the end of days, after all tea is drunk
China to Panama, jungles to Earth microbes to large mammals and fauna Mars would die for
You tattooed a naked ape & got the brand all monkeys crave, can't get satisfaction, love's sunk.
Call 911 or you'll get the operator that lives inside of your receiver, not really but I kinda like it
Glory given afterlife just because you got the chance to use the philosophy of #FlippinTheSwitch
Ready to go now or any time between burnin' pits of domestic hell, goin' all Capone on a luddite
Patched up bloody wounds, scars wouldn't return, all that's left was crocks of rolling stone shyte.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, August 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @RollingStones @StLouisMo 1997 #BridgesToBabylon tour link @ https://youtu.be/gwA4B9pDySU CD link @ https://youtu.be/dbm1dWfZej8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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