#BabiesLiveAndDie #WorldTurns #OKbabe #AlrightAlrightAlright @DownAtTheSunsetGrill #DonHenley

ALL OMNIVORES EAT HERBIVORES FOR LUNCH

Really, it’s false to be true to your inner conviction, Booya!

If you believe something, that is not proof that it’s for y’all

Creases in your blue jeans and starch in your blue collar too

On/Off, as it were, Input, Words Spells’ Output magic goo?

It is not my fault, none of this from First to the Last Cause

I came, I saw & now I am so long gone forced to be a boss

Rollin’ up & down the freeway with my wheelchair’s chime

Paradise ain’t the place in Space where you dropped a dime.

Of the mouse & the woman, all jackass’ and vermin’s progeny

Gone God’s bottomless pit, a slippery slope, Void All as I was

Kid you not, 40 acres & a mule, goats’ milk drinkin’ whiz of Oz

Y’all know fabulous Kentucky & Tennessee, one heart’s Free!

You will know once you learn a language of the civil savages

Herded up all of the disobedient orphans to turn the pages

Lost powers of sensation, touching, feeling, smelling & taste

Alone in a crypt, squeezed a 3rd eye insight’s toothless paste.

Give Crusaders quest a holy grail, high AHO to all y’all mama

If you please, priests’ & bishops’ pranks, cardinals to a papa

Come as you are, on your knees for A Rising of the con hosts

Communion with nun-baked, thin melt-in-your-mouth posts.

Made out with your mama like my daddy did with my mama

Yeah, I said it again, like I didn’t know and now I see the light

Of forever & never, I cannot opine, I am a transitory ghost Id

Music plays, I hear it’s what counted #WordUp, I am #TheKid.

Hills climbed blindly without a map or any #GPS, I did the Do

Didn’t care about survival of the most fit, I assumed that too

Scooted, crawled, stepped up, turned around, logic implosion

Figured subjects, objects, predicates and the gist of origin Sin.

It never was my fault, I am not at fault, I ain’t obligated to cry

About the great, great, great ancestral lifeline’s idiotic morons

Supposed to be honey sweeter & gratitude for sterility’s sons

Stardust, hardrock remnants of Sun’s supernova, Mary’s high!

by

rjj stephan, i

c. Mardi, 2-21-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{#KnockedOutThePark while jammin’ to @StevieWinwood #RollWitItBaby #WhenYaStartToLoseYourTouch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI?list=RDMM}

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