#GotItAllWrongAgain #NotThisTime #NeverAgain #WhereWouldYouBeBooH? @RareEarth @MartinaMcBride @TheRollingStones @BruceSpringsteen

PHONE & A PEN TO NUMBER YOUR DAYS, HOLD YOUR HAND

Sonny boy, you needed to listen to me before you died and went to heaven's gate

There was no reason for you to check out so early, sitting put as a duck, dated fate

Can't leave even one holy soul behind, it's one to the head & two to the heart ache

Where nobody gets out alive, double check the combo, wake up for the Gods' sake.

Pertaining to the argument deduced from the induction into the hall of DNA errors

Mutated before you knew it & committed to be conceived and now full deceived

Tapping on the metal, the wood and animal skin drums, metronome beat, indeed

Of course, it's all about the morons & idiots in the closets of bedrooms of dreamers.

The townspeople who believe in the rule of the mob are waiting for someone to die

In front of their eyes as they hang, cut off a head, topgun's down, small step for Man

Doin' mash potatoes while barefootin' down on the dance floor, movin' high and dry

#Girls know without them this whole shebang doesn't go down, they forgot about it.

I recollect this here, you or the little bitty ones left alone to a perpetual epileptic fit

As if you wouldn't dream after you went to deep sleep, act like you're woke as chit

Working for groups who devise the words for the rules to live by, I am a wake pyre

Revolution of the seasons of Earth spinnin' & wobblin' in orbit around the bonfire.

She came back for more, that day in the dark, games & fun on my banana seat's slot

Leather, pillows, blankets, what the hell was I thinkin'?  Oh, my girlfriend's so fine

OMG, a catholic boy scholar-athelete on the way to a war nobody declared, a 1969

Boom, egg we once were, we're all #Woke again, I saw what I saw, OMG holy shot!

Slick as snot on an oily rag, it's all I've got to wipe the mess up, I ain't #woke in sin

Mortal or venial, like that or an original thing in french I can't repeat, vulgar mother

Of my sisters and brothers in arms, in legs, in my own mind, I'm not sleepin' father

All night long, pretendin' to be an innocent infant, hungry kid or a Man, barefootin'.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July XIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

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F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

where would you be?

where would you go?

who would you know?