@RollingStones & #FinalTakeCharlieWatts #Stones #Eagles & @MonaLisa

CLAIM TO IN & OUT OF CONTROL WOMEN & MEN, EVIL EVE'S OFFSPRING IS A-LIVE*

Content and the words which comprise those things containing everything's ilk

Your mother's great lap and warm heart are the origin of your feeling so good

Happiness, being ignorant of the species' struggle to survive, can or teat of milk

On any of the seven continents, slaves and master cylinders run the engine food.

Born to crawl out of the holy names they gave us at holy Christening, one demigod

Or a god's son or daughter as mother's Earth revolves & wobbles, cool Spirit blood

Gods rule the Space & Time you experience here & now, it's a humanitarian screw

Why are idiots & morons in charge of government mules, dark skies of azure blue.

Up in my hotel room, I smashed my leg & ruined my whole night, alone on my own

Got out of control for a moment or two, causing the end of origins. all my glee, son

Pundits and punks who ruled the planet's gangster syndrome, in charge of a death

Of men, mice & their micro-souls in the hub of cosmic swag in hot, Draino breath.

Morons backward toidI & snorom, each to his and her own, bundle of blue & pink

Love in the back seat of my dad's car or on honeymoon bashed in a Marriot suite

Funny but seriously folks, if you think about it for a minute, you will cry if you gogo

Indeed, the changes of the day put nearly everything out of control, it's a low blow.

On dark corners uptown, down sidestreets, at playgrounds, homeless' thrown dice

The manhole cover of a sewer blew sky high one day, the cap went up 'bout a mile

Up in The Chi where the deep water of Lake Michigan flowed but no record on file

Comedy and tragedy on the list, snake skin covered charm, this's my dream price.

Surfed with the alien and got left over smiling by DaVinci's scree to reveal a secret

Hidden above and below the chicken's pox and the rheumatic fever of angels' debt

Good and evil only because of being a proud boy, a proud girl, a proud spirit's gold

Plenty of Time left on the clock to score and win the game, Spacecandy, I'm told.

Rivers flowing and bringing the young down from the mountaintop to the seaside

Out of control, we all gotta go with the flow, gravity pulls down, momentum aside

Game of the thrones means it's my king against your queen, I win in the End, sigh

Letting queens feel secure & confident 'til the final blow, locked in mate, we high?

Where's my angel's food?  Mama's angry & I am well out on the Bridge to Babylon

Invisible feathers grown out of my headress, a war bonnet for the minions' godson

Like gold and diamonds in the treasure chest, sparkling in the darkness, holy scat

Funk accumulated wasted Time for Reason, Space Supernova of One, blown stat.

Heart drained of blood & soul devolved into an amorphous will of raw power charm

In & out of the light, back & forth to the dark dead of empty night, dark side's home

Philadelphia to San Diego, the trophy wives flow from high school to the workplace

Workin' for the others to get what the others left over from black leather and lace.

Words form the idea & the thought is the thing itself, naked, unbridled out of mind

Matter is what it is that you've got to get over, mind over matter, release the hound

Come on with us to the end where the beginning will never be, as it is it will be all

From mud, blood & beer in the halls of Montezuma, my god, I meant to be the ball.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:22 PM

{ Keep rockin' the LIVE 1997 A,D, @RollingStones #OutOfControlTrain in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/dBfbprawaFU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

*SurferGirl & Mona Lisa header