TD INSIDE THE GRIDIRON, 22 GUYS HEAD TO HEAD, EXTRA
POINT IN A SUDDEN DEATH
Fair balls hit within the park and every bag was full, runs scored to 7
Innings all ended 7-0 until the bottom of the ninth, game tied up at 7
Home team bottom of the 9th, closer pitcher launchin’ junky screwballs
Ball four called & in came the pitcher off the mound, got a new ball.
Spit applied for a wet sinker to drop 3 feet before a home plate bounce
Into the catcher’s jock-cup & bounced off the umpire’s forehead, again
Freedom & independence from a master of this ceremony, drinkin’ beer
Here & now, a place in this time observed with eyes wide open I hear.
Porch dwellers, sittin’ on a swing, layin’ funny jokes on a silent scream
High as you want to be, you’re lookin’ about with your head on a swivel
There are no surprises by a sneak at my rear or at my sides, all swell
Beautiful dreamer, ugly parents cancel out of a nightmare’s daydream.
Bored into mountain until the hole wouldn’t allow a shovel, just TNT
Kickin’ my head in the right place at the right time, I become spent
More in the tank, it’s an infinite supply of Space’s empty air, winning
No reason to expect to lose when the system’s finite, mortal sinning.
Simple and more complex than a snowflake freezing on the ice, son
It’s facts of life, how you intersect with the strangers of the other sex
Knowing of the orgasm, it’s the carrot in front of the jackass’ reason
Logic, assumptions leading to conclusions both irrational, logic of Rex.
Gay being happy without sadness entering the conscious awareness
Mean men, same gender affection, father/son human love, too human
It’s a taste, a smell, sight, sound or a feeling that is soft & smooth
Like the screaming, hysterical voices of the mob, I pulled the tooth.
No more pain or suffering on or off the floor of the House and Senate
Representing paupers is the whole reason for a holy Land of the Free
Home of the brave is the home of the heroes who saved us from hate
Liberty or death for all & all for a single thing, freedom ain’t free to be.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, August XXIXth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Sucked out of the graves of the dead corpses West Side boneyard while jammin’ on #InTheGardenOfAllah @DonHenley @ https://youtu.be/DlWqxTpsrnk?si=1rxKeQoY657c17Sl }
Innings all ended 7-0 until the bottom of the ninth, game tied up at 7
Home team bottom of the 9th, closer pitcher launchin’ junky screwballs
Ball four called & in came the pitcher off the mound, got a new ball.
Spit applied for a wet sinker to drop 3 feet before a home plate bounce
Into the catcher’s jock-cup & bounced off the umpire’s forehead, again
Freedom & independence from a master of this ceremony, drinkin’ beer
Here & now, a place in this time observed with eyes wide open I hear.
Porch dwellers, sittin’ on a swing, layin’ funny jokes on a silent scream
High as you want to be, you’re lookin’ about with your head on a swivel
There are no surprises by a sneak at my rear or at my sides, all swell
Beautiful dreamer, ugly parents cancel out of a nightmare’s daydream.
Bored into mountain until the hole wouldn’t allow a shovel, just TNT
Kickin’ my head in the right place at the right time, I become spent
More in the tank, it’s an infinite supply of Space’s empty air, winning
No reason to expect to lose when the system’s finite, mortal sinning.
Simple and more complex than a snowflake freezing on the ice, son
It’s facts of life, how you intersect with the strangers of the other sex
Knowing of the orgasm, it’s the carrot in front of the jackass’ reason
Logic, assumptions leading to conclusions both irrational, logic of Rex.
Gay being happy without sadness entering the conscious awareness
Mean men, same gender affection, father/son human love, too human
It’s a taste, a smell, sight, sound or a feeling that is soft & smooth
Like the screaming, hysterical voices of the mob, I pulled the tooth.
No more pain or suffering on or off the floor of the House and Senate
Representing paupers is the whole reason for a holy Land of the Free
Home of the brave is the home of the heroes who saved us from hate
Liberty or death for all & all for a single thing, freedom ain’t free to be.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, August XXIXth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Sucked out of the graves of the dead corpses West Side boneyard while jammin’ on #InTheGardenOfAllah @DonHenley @ https://youtu.be/DlWqxTpsrnk?si=1rxKeQoY657c17Sl }
F I N I S
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