ON FIGHTING GOOD FIGHTS HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT, WINNING
Without any reason and only a meager dose of rhyme, too drunk on wine & the dubiety brothers
Immersed deeply in dubiety, Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle enlightens the dead's mothers
They invented the life afterbirth, suckled to the teats, poor mothers force fed babies with teeth
All around the fire until y'all hunt, fish or clean the campsite, drive it on home on Juneteenth.
Very infrared or barely ultraviolet, the prism's separation of stupid idiots from their parents' jive
Truth about the nature of things, everything including your super ego & your Id, keeps you alive
Hearts keep the liquid spirit moving like Mercury through the venous network, ad infinitum
Or maybe ad finitum is one stop beyond the last red light, caput for the species within my drum.
Don't make me laugh, that's why I'm going to become whatever I'm programmed to receive
Hard and cold steel buried in the sand on a beach near the boardwalk by the sea shore of jive
Where the gamble is that you won't get washed out into the Atlantic or the Pacific deep seas
Sometimes scat happens when you least expect it, opened my eyes & I saw that I owed fees.
Grace magic from good deeds performed in stealth mode, they called it the thing, it's the magic
Dreaming the pure luck of the draw, the DNA combined to first cause all the effects of the sick
Alright with us all I'm sure would agree, you'll feel sensations toe to scalp, not all mankind's sons
The good is understood to rock & roll back to the boogie woogie bugles and M-16 malfunctions.
It's a put-on, a masquerade without end, skullduggery at it's finest, crushed cycles of a revolutioner
In circles around the burning, hot sun, orbiting the path of our forefathers and ancestral originals
Liars and cheats aroused by the mean, dirty, rotten, filthy cheating bastards from another mother
Living and dying in One cut substance, feeling and hearing and seeing the Ends just prior to calls.
You got the sugar and I got the salt but we both didn't mind the complement, it is a charly horse
Brave whistles and slowhand signals to advise the competitors that they are here and now as well
Losers never win unless they stay out of the competition, they lose then they elevate to high losers
Fish in the ocean or in a tank, alive and soon to die, either naturally caput or killed for the boozers.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday August XXIIIrd 2023 Anno Domini @ 1212 AMPST
{ Chipped off the block while jammin' to @EricClapton concert link @ https://youtu.be/SF6Ij-ocgyw}
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