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FOGGY BOTTOM SPY BY A 'SIPPI RIVERBANK, GOLDEN CAMPFIRE, PASSIN' ROUNDS

You can't come in, smokin' & preachin' to a choir, all of us born before a hammer went down

From darkness' edge of your mama's thighs, you come to my turf & you're at billy goat's bluff

Losers lose and you are one indeed, prepare to see the repercussions of your white trash stuff

Kicks out of the jokes on me & you, twisted the rope and shot the hot pants above thigh high.

Loose as a power steering wheel driven by a hydromatic transmission, liquidated chemical gin

Until the time comes, the utter lack of anything the light shines upon means the void is my kin

Fortunate that I found out the Truth before it was too late, which may have come to blows

There's still some time, a few hours and then tomorrow will be yesterday's day after It goes.

Triangles & squares runnin' the hound dogs out of their mothers' basements, I like to boogie

Sudden impact of earning money & giving it to an owner of rental property, buying food, I see

No more drinkin' or smokin' or partyin' with my friends and relatives, it's all over a back hall

Joined the away team, been away forty somethin' years, seen too many things, I can't recall.

Bears and lions trippin' with the wolves and becoming the eaters of the living daylight borne

To the schizophrenic divinity that may be one, two, three or a polygonic e-slice of corn pone

Punks from the orphanage all found their mothers' computer files, the clowns released a fox

In the beginning at the outset of the time before we invented sundials, hand & digital clocks.

Plain truth is sad girls populated their fathers' houses and escaped before the ending sealed

Many kisses or just a few, all the people were happy sometimes, nobody's peach got pealed

Function of the foundation is to place something to pretend about, smarter than a gun's son

Nothing else to do other than find a solution to the conundrum, provide a shoulder to cry on.

Hell above froze over and Heaven below malfunctioned, they disintegrated into holy smoke

No luck has anything to do with it, it's all an act of intent & will to cause the things, we woke?

Hummin' along with the tune, didn't write the words and can't fake the rhymes 'til the finale

It'll be over when it's over, like it or not, last gasp, eyes stuck wide open, as good as dead, pal.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER Xth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:27 AMPST

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