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WHISKEY & RYE, ROCKIN' BLOWS OF A QUEENY'S JOB

There came a time in my life when God told me why this was all goin' down from birth to death

Words come off the top of my head & light illuminates tunnels of darkness with green lanterns

Of kerosene and fire we move in the darkness from the #GetGo where we all ran away to spoon

We owed something that nobody recollects, something to do with being an ape, maybe a goon.

Bent on the bums and junk they brought with them to the riversides & under the freeway roads

Drunks and thirsty, starving babies and mothers who had no birth control for their makin' toads

Near the swamps and creeks that left the liquid to dry up into the dust of the dead star's plasma

Neither yours nor mine, an emptiness that fills everywhere around this planet is God's ma & pa.

Dogs and worms do it just like the cats and humans, monkeys get all of the leftovers, it's all over

Water is dryin' up because the sun's heat is getting ready to turn Earth into a satellite ash lover

You never know when you'll need a hand, when you're in a difficult position of kung fu kin pain

Hunger & thirst for the only reason for being here & now begins to wane as aging goes insane.

I've got you covered in an invisible envelope of fused plasma, got 208 bones inside of she, I'm IT

Ten fingers, ten toes, two arms & two legs but all that ain't worth a damn if you're too GD stupit

To see the Truth and pass the time as you ease the pain once in a while, phantom pleasure fit

Prices paid, overcharged and ungauranteed, it's all there is though, this, that & my tune of spit.

Stand down & get down before it's too late, you'll know when the Time runs out, stiff upper lip

Maybe today or tomorrrow and yesterday is all there is to it, Earth revolver of pins in a wobble

Days & nights fulfill the need to bleed from zygote to corpse, smelling, tasting, hearing the trip

No more hind end sitting down, puttin' hooks in the casket box, boots off the street's bubble.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  9-26-2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AMPST

{ Drafted in the 208 bones of a gunslinger without a bullet, listenin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #GimmeBackMyBullets on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SM3jgkChV6M, this ROCK is what got me through the #Jug in the #Bush of the #SKOR hookers, now you know what happened! }

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