AFTERBIRTH BEFORE DEATH, THAT’S LIFE
It’s really about me, all about me, everything that I am, all the winning’s too high
Here and now, there and then we all find ourselves, sooner or later, in a foul mix
Totally outrageous inside and outside of the things themselves, it’s everything too
From fake pictures on the wall to the oven’s baking Witches’ bread, it’s got my six.
House of the homeless homeys who roam Earth without a cause, just babbling
Like a rum-soaked donut hole, eaten three or four at a time, it’s just me blinking
After 7 shots & a beer, there was no way to enter a field of dreams, think dangle
Creeping ever so close to the end of the line that turns a corner on a right angle.
On the fine point of ending the argument, with the freaks who allow a tete a tete
Deduce the only conclusion most probably the likely only final end, to win the bet
The wager was all or nothing, the soul or the mind & there’s no body count at all
It’s a vehicle to represent the function of the divine, cosmic slop in every baseball.
Mountains and valleys to drive through to see the wind blow all men down to hell
Below the stars, above the null and void apes and bananas came down, they fell
Just like the first man and first woman, the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree, so
Look, listen, feel around, it’s the smell & taste that gets you, lips together & blow!
Q’s devils and cosmic dust fell down from the Void into the orbit of the moonshine
It tripped on the light fantastic and ended the nights’ mares, made everything GA
It’s all good because Nothing is bad & that’s all that is Evil, Nothing man, zip, nada
Danger at the edge without any hole to fall into, I heard it through the grapevine.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, 5-18-2022 Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST
{ Drafted in total silence except for the buzzing in my ears, then listenin’ to some @Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/bOZzJ3uC_1Q }
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YOU GET OLD, DUDE...COMEON OL' POPS, GET A PAIR!
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