FISHIN' WITH ASKEW REDWORMS OUTTA MAXWELL HOUSE COFFEE CANS
I swear to God, that's not what she told me, she said she wasn't EVER married, wallowed in hay
Got some worms in a coffee can & I'm goin' to sit under the willow tree by the ol' fishpond today
Wallowing in the hay ain't all it's cracked up to be, you get a trophy & a bunch of my malarkey
Punches in the solar plexis and the jaw will dislocate the strong from their strength, Goliaths see!
Now and then you'll run across or come across something unknown but hardly ever, after shocks
Tryin' to figure out the delectable morsel of occult theorems of existence calculus, hold yer crocks
Things are all good and they're all bad too, in a good way, not the evil way, no negative nucleus
Neutrons move the matrix to collapse or expand, like lungs breathing oxygen's gas mix on a bus.
On a riverbank, the one I'm talkin' about, gettin' towed by Mack trucks with hot pistol diesels
Y'all know that all the scat that happens all of our lives, It don't mean a god's a water dam thing
Not your fault that you discovered the Truth before you were too sick to care or dead gone to hell
Meaning nowhere below in any eternal fire, no earthly core of burning sunlight's supernova shell.
Functions arriving too late to assist in the greasing of a groove, friction caused the blow, it broke
Fired up & broken down in the middle of nowhere, look outside Windows #MajorTom, Funk
No gods fighting about which planet can orbit a star first, in the least amount of hourglass bunk
Digital counter revolution, comin' down to the last 10 seconds, I'm fishin' asleep', I'm so woke!
Down by the river, she showed me what the things were all about under the stars, bank was cool
Stars woke me before I knew I was awakened by the steroids of philosophy, pre-Socratic school
Flew around Earth for a moment or two, took longer than expected, boy, seven decades of blood
City boy, country boy, it don't matter much to me, Liberty, I'll fight for leftover right to be, dude!
Pain and suffering, pleasure depletion, ends of dreaming about survival of a One, fit to not be me
Stop the madness man, all too human as it should be, you've no choice, I don't see a cielo, esse
Been there and done all of that, just waiting for the ball to drop on my head, crush my mind's cap
Skullduggery & the hijinks of riddlers & jokers stimulated the First Cause move, nuclear nap.
Smile on my face the day I die, I couldn't 've written it after the final gasp of gas, therefore I dies
No rubber or plastic or invisible soul on ice waiting for the rotten smell of dead flesh, meat we eat
Keep it close to your chest, the Truth is not for everyone to know, it's a major cause of stinky feet
Bums & junkies gave the bad news to themselves, gave up on gettin' the Jack, I died, blue skies.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini Jeudi @ 666 AMPST (got the live/evil eye)
{ Gonna die with a smile on my face, maybe a grin! Graduated from 8th grade Parochial l'ecole in 1965, could have flunked but the sisters/nuns let me slide 'cause I served Mass for Jesus & God & the Holy Ghost, for the popes (papas) sisters, brothers & all of the baby mamas who conceived this place for #HotPantsSpeciesDNA, & drafted this ditty listenin' to @MarshallTuckerBand #BobAwayMyBlues in a loop/link @ https://youtu.be/hAMfxk1snxU }
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