#StickThisAndThatInYourPoemYourProseWordsUP

EXTINCTION'S RASCALS, MAGIC VALENTINE #FLATTS HEART & AN A-TRAIN TO CHURCH

Mumbling the gist of the dank pony soldiers who roam foothills of Sierra de la Eye Can scam

Imploring every genius who puts out for the gang in the hood, to donate Time in a Space's out

Just because your parents couldn't afford to move out #TheProjects of God, a holy victim shout

Accidents happen & some intent to yield a full monty of social ganje, yo bums, jacked-up spam.

Pink inside when oxygen can't reach it, a breach in the container allows it's red flow to income

Bose speakers of Deutschland, straight out of of pi times Atilla, son of no 7th Reich, a hobo bum

Pringles and chips of potatoes from Idaho with the garlic from California, mixed up nuts, my son

I know little or nothing about anything, all is like a newborn mind in a boy's or girl's zygote gun.

Certainty of dreams that end well during the phase before and after the zero on the Time line

A  principle of ethics & being the strongest in a negative fix, ugly, bad & the good fear to be fine

Such a fine specimen of that can't find me, amnesia and blinded by the highlights, it's chartreuse

Nearly lemon yellow and lime green, makin' the two turn into the One, screwed off, too loose.

Swords in sheaths and knives in boots, no gunpowder or pistol whippin', babysitting on a grave

Sleeping on the couch or on the dirty, clean clothes from my empty drawers, wanna be a slave

To the Words you say, meaning nothing behind them or in front of them, Word is a silent #XY

Chromosomes' random, out of primate order of a Being in control of Gates' holy yomama cry.

Gone as are two in one, an operatic choirboy's serving of divine worship. empty handed HoHo

Puns of the monstrous idiots and guardians of the pseudo-Truths of the dead minions, I know it

Fools are briefing me on the nature of the beast, just a kid from the city of being the second too

Chocolate City run by random collisions of atomic matter, intent to populate extinct, scat pooh.

So early before breakfast that your mind atrophied without the sustenance & fuel to justify Be

Alive and ready to die just because that's the way it is, you can't make this scat up, it's the Truth

Fathers and mothers died and didn't know why, they laughed about the jokes, a hook of the sea

Too humane to admit it, you're the sacrifice on the funeral pyre, transubstantiation forsoothe.

Mingle away in the morass of impossible scenarios without any love of humanity's surreality fix

On the days and nights between conception and the dissolution of the dead & gone, axe licks

I played the accordion for your edification, keyboard on the right, buttons 120 on the left, schit

Practice made perfect, over and over again, scales to die for, I played all my future in this past.

Myriad of fun to be put into perspective 'fore that final gasp of gas, yours, mine, we all gotta go

Still born or over a hundred, it's better than an alternative universe's possible world, a ho Yo-Yo

Imperial or a Butterfly, they all let me do the tricks from 'round the world to walkin' the doggie

Horizon's a mile away, flip a coin, smell it, taste it, feel it?  Won High Hope, to be or not to bee.

It don't matter one, tiny bit if you're with me on the trip, on the middle path's long road home

We got here alone & we've got to cut out of here all alone too, it ain't my fault, it's yours son

Maybe it was your daddy's obligation to save you from big, bad gods of California Sierra snow

Years under a bridge and singin' from the top of your smoked lungs, avenues & streets to blow.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Janvier XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{  Drafted during a @RascalFlatts jam @ @FiddleAndSteelGuitarBar in @PrintersAlley in @NashvilleTenn 11-6-2014, rewound for your edification @  https://youtu.be/3TViDIeUHjo & @EricChurch #InConcert @ https://youtu.be/7l6mK7joNzs?t=19 }

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