#RIP @NormMcDonald #OldMcdonaldBoughtTheFarm #BeastVsGoddess

RETIREMENT PEDRO'S SCORE, CRACKED UP TO BE ME

All fighters, daughters' tortured sons, heaven & hell's chain of fools see Bozo's trees

Hydrogen and oxygen mixin' up with the nitrogen and too much helium in the holy sea

Men & women annointed with planetary silver & gold from holy wars, unholy thunder

Crusader rabbits and the rockin' steady #rastafarians from the above the down under.

Spending sawbucks and fins like they were goin' out of style until I got the Benjamins

Then it was the eight mile high sky that was my limit, coast to coast, CalMex, ATL/SEA

All time & the Space it's involved in being the measurement of conscious stoned breath

Forgetting & remembering before and after out birth may not be the same after death.

Thrills come & end in a hurry, age of reason to an acceptance phase of the co-existence

Transitory and a mere illusion that immortality of any THING is possible, it is nonsense

Nothing except Nothing itself lives and reproduces it's DNA in a pool of salt water fools

Far away, near another star a billion miles away, people live & die, here, now, bye bye!

Combination lock cannot be open without knowing the tweaks of the dial, left & righty

Starting and pausing at the zero, straight up and clean tumblers in the picking ala mode

Custard pie, double piece, chocolate oozing out both sides underneath whipped cream

Where's my java from the bucks or the city, make it a strong triple shot, I'm in a dream.

On a train that won't stop lest I pull the emergency chord, the brakes applied to get off

Stopped in an immaterial world lookin' for an immaterial girl, like it or not, it'll popoff

Like a cork that won't pop out my bottle's top, I'm stuck between lines, key of A, G or E

Looked away for a moment & everything changed into streams of muck headed to sea.

Drank smoke, sweated my labor, the angels all live and die in L.A. for a Nor-Cal mama

Born & bred in the second city where some seed planted roots to become intelligencia

Crazy me higher than a loose kite in the blue sky, tappin' my foot, talkin' the smack ball

Falls into place 'cause there's nowhere else to go, garden of Eden, here, now, that's all!

Virgins are fine but that means nothing to anyone outside of this planet's atmosphere

Random Randos made up the rules, callin' them facts of life, they copied dogs & cats

Herding and getting to the end of being alive without something eating your hot hair

Proof that it will be over will come when it's over, Bat Flu of COVid19, my nightmare!

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c.  Mercredi, September XVth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @Madonna #LaIslaBonita & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/zpzdgmqIHOQ }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?