#CrumbsForTheParty #EyesShutTightAsDrums @DeaconFrye with the @EaglesBand2021

SHOULD HAVE KEPT MY CLAPTRAP SHUT, GOOD TO BE TRUE

Blackboards in an urban jungle continues revolution

But of Earth's suffragettes who hunger for freedom

Of Death & Life in the mud, blood & beer above talk

And the fortune you've gleaned from the beanstalk.

Young Jack and old Jack both were the wizard of Do

Where it makes no groove in the smooth steel flow

Leftover from iced ages, prior to a biblical obsession

With anything that astronauts have seen in the void.

Thinking therefore you're a spot on the blank screen

Your part is to itch a scratch, you can stop it's ringin'

But any other animation of the thing itself is a funk

As monkeys in trees & caves all know, God is bunk.

I thought this out, follow my logic down to the river

It's where that one kiss under a moonlit happening

Should've trained my daughter to see my gold tooth

She left the house before I could cover up the Truth.

Everything that happens when I'm around's my fault

I'm the First Cause of all of the effects in a gold vault

How can anyone see anything when they're blinded

It's a rhetorical question which has no life, it's dead.

I inherited champagne taste & worked dirty laundry

I can eliminate the high probability that I'm so free

Locked into the survival of being the fittest ol' bloke

Dreamers dream & all characters are awake, woke.

Friends die before you & you leave some behind It

Meaining the outerspace is really the inner life pace

Without reason left in the tank, irrational to be split

The brain of the mind you regard as yourself, one It.

My oh my, it's been nice to have my big mouth, son

Open as the gap between sides of the Grand Canyon

My keys on a board all lit up in living color, tap-tap

Terminal segment of the broadcast in a smear pap.

Immigration gap cuts the Sierras, my covered wagon

It was God's Auburn Dam that made me stay, in case

One has to jump into Space to fix Time's axe of will

Be it free or unliberated, an uno dos eating of a kill.

Function of the calculus depends on bygones unseen

Abstraction of a fraction of One, all being it's broken

One side of the border or other, you'll get the dues

Whether you know it or not, my mortality is as it is.

You think you have a spirit of immortality within, eh

Proof at the moment of our final gasp of O2, said so

Comedy or tragedy in the mind's twilight dead zone

Get inside of the Trojan Horse, 'merica welcome kin.

Six other continents moving the hordes into 1's ones

'Merica, land of the free and home of a brave bones

Joy in your hands and the memory of it's happy time

One day at a Time's brief moment, scene of a crime.

Busted in Baton Rouge with Bob & Janis, case closed

Wandered aimlessly for 41 years in black hole flows

Apparently you'll die 'cause you're alive, no way out

Awaken your Woke 208 bones, look at God's doubt!

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r j j  stephan, i

c. ROCKTOBER 15, 2021 A.D. Vendredi @1:01 PM

{ Drafted while jammin' to @SmokeyRobinson #Cruisin & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Gx77P0VH6FA }

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