COLD, HARD STEEL DEMOLISHED OLD SCHOOL, NO GOIN' BACK
Get off of your aps and move away from the android/iPhone, this is one command of God
Creator of the Space and Time you lease out of the corner, awaits your minute return Bro
Just as it is above the sky so it is below dead air pockets, above Earth & holy moon cheese
Bid adieu to the function of the no/know tree from great-grand father's holy mama freeze.
By hook or by crook, the job will be gone, if I'm alive, I'll get it done, If I'm dead, I don't care
I leave the living to care without me, it has no effect on anything in the Cosmos, it's not fair
Yet it is as it is, above and below the identical process occurs, cause's effects are all dynamic
In or out of the corner, where you sit because of your social nature chats during the schtick.
Professors down to the kindergarden teachers, all accepted the origin's Cause, nothing at all
Meaning something to somebody no matter where on this planet humanity plants the DNA
Over the history of the geography and the political science, it's always over, end of the hall
Just a locked door or a wall without a frame or sheetrock, 2/4 & 2/6 betwen joices in play.
Beer for my horses and warm bath for my men who've been ridin' horse for a week or two
We can neither recollect nor want to resume the horror of being without water and food
Pucks hit by hockey sticks on the graphic ice, betwen the goals' red & blue lines of the Ice
Sliding and skating, checking up against the borders & elbowing in haggard circumstance.
Fist fight, argument of Platonic deductions and inductions from sensing the zero effect
Monkeys' humanity, Cro Magnon or Neanderthal, evolved from a virus' infected insect
Cry your tears to fill the dried riverbed with your evidence of a communist manifesto
My philosophy of death is to live and die on Earth, history I'm not in, got a job to blow.
Burns healed, broken bones mended without the superglue and pins, insanity's all glee
Happy together with the rest of the creation, myopia & true love company, a miserable
Ecstatic as chances to be independent of the foul crucibles of cruel, evil genius' zen tea
Smoke from the seeds dropped out of the sky, freefallin' manna to feed dead to hungry.
Whistle blown, bell rung, buzzer buzzin' from my lips to God's ears, ain't no party shout
I thought this thing, this life was like a game with rules I didn't know but had to find out
On the inside of the game's box cofer, the rules & regulations would keep the game fair
Everytime every man dies, the light dies, the soul cries, you'll die a happy human, Hair!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Aprile XIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted playin' #MyOldSchool by @SteelyDan 1973 in an infinite loop on the way to @Cool link @ https://youtu.be/Sq8OU-7JDFA }
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