SWEET HOMER'S CHITOWN DUNES
Nothing is wrong, a method of madness' smokin' shadow
A sillouette of the first man born, woman's mortal blow
Hardly any things themselves alive right now can thrive
Onto soiled diapers & rubber deadpan hose, it's alive.
Counting the antacid in DNA and imaginary rubber souls
Claims to fame unfounded, subject to the back 9 holes
Under par just because there's never a bogey, hey now
Verifiable and unbreakable nik naks both high up & low.
Wine in my goblet, always full to inebriate my legit fit
Out of my personal control, educated & perfect as chit
Not even kidding about this as I normally would a truth
About a veiled verity faith, stone-blind fate forsooth.
Weak or strong on any day or hour will get you killed
Either you win or you lose the fight for survival's bill
It costs to consume the matter, payments' interested
In your life and death, from a crib to a casket, DEAD.
You nor I can make this scat up out of nothing special
Just rocks and burned-out cosmic dust around a pulsar
It is what it is and everyone knows the evil, living hive
Where angels fear to go, five by five to get out alive.
Fixation on the nucleus of the atoms, where it's all at
All of the rhythm and blues come back to me, I recall
Every note played by heart as I dressed to the nines
Some cats & their blind dates lookin' for sweet homes.
Nobody cared if it was in Seattle or Chicago, no goods
To everyone on the block or anywhere in the counties
Where the inhumane rules the roost, no ruse in woods
Sweet home's where I go when sky rains high C & D's.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
{ Cracked out the solar system while jammin' to @TheBluesBrothersBand #SweetHomeChicago #LIVEinMontreux link @ https://youtu.be/uVV9FjPKBO8 & @JayneMansfield #TooHotToHandle @ https://youtu.be/_nMCSFLdwaQ }
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