YOU’RE
IN A GIANT PICKLE, MISTER
If & only if you know things that are mysteries to the entire civilized world, then I’m lyin’ You’d reincarnate into a baby’s body that knows it was here before, never say I’m fightin’
Just peacefulness and charity, faith and hope in the chivalry and honey of the elder clowns
Some with & others without the powder & rouge, war paint of the jammin’ sister frowns.
That their fathers, brothers, uncles & boyfriends all were exact copies of little Eve’s Adam
Freaks from conception to death, thinking they existed for a reason other than just because
That’s all in a song to be sung by the ones who know the answer to one perennial question
Forgot what the issue was but something to do with the beautiful, extinction of species’ kin.
Remarkable mind behind the eyes connected to my vision of joy & wonder, excitement on
Yes and no or maybe so, bottom line is I’m responsible for the causes of my special effects
Court is superior to the supreme almighty power, all left over from expired cow’s milk sex
Smoked, drank your mother’s milk even if only in your mind, misfortune out of tune hex.
Magic spells bring you back from the honorable discharge you earned for killin’ enemy ilk
War kept no prisoner in any battle that ever came in front of me, never weary until all done
Came to conquer the unknown without knowing the probability of success, zero for living it
Just like our food & honorable brothers & sisters who’ve come & gone, heaven is far away.
Whether you’re hit high or low, either way you’re goin’ down for the count, six feet under
Not being immortal, can’t say that I wish I was, it might be terrible to be forever, a blunder
You never know, ever, forever and it’s nobody’s fault but yours, it’s freedom’s bell ringin’
Sounds like you’re alive, alone & you’ll die while alive, still alone, let it be, let it go, singin’.
Just peacefulness and charity, faith and hope in the chivalry and honey of the elder clowns
Some with & others without the powder & rouge, war paint of the jammin’ sister frowns.
That their fathers, brothers, uncles & boyfriends all were exact copies of little Eve’s Adam
Freaks from conception to death, thinking they existed for a reason other than just because
That’s all in a song to be sung by the ones who know the answer to one perennial question
Forgot what the issue was but something to do with the beautiful, extinction of species’ kin.
Remarkable mind behind the eyes connected to my vision of joy & wonder, excitement on
Yes and no or maybe so, bottom line is I’m responsible for the causes of my special effects
Court is superior to the supreme almighty power, all left over from expired cow’s milk sex
Smoked, drank your mother’s milk even if only in your mind, misfortune out of tune hex.
Magic spells bring you back from the honorable discharge you earned for killin’ enemy ilk
War kept no prisoner in any battle that ever came in front of me, never weary until all done
Came to conquer the unknown without knowing the probability of success, zero for living it
Just like our food & honorable brothers & sisters who’ve come & gone, heaven is far away.
Whether you’re hit high or low, either way you’re goin’ down for the count, six feet under
Not being immortal, can’t say that I wish I was, it might be terrible to be forever, a blunder
You never know, ever, forever and it’s nobody’s fault but yours, it’s freedom’s bell ringin’
Sounds like you’re alive, alone & you’ll die while alive, still alone, let it be, let it go, singin’.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, January 23rd MMXXIV A.D. @ 411 PMPST
{ Freaked the Phonics out on youtube link @
https://youtu.be/F8oKAteCsys?si=yH5jrMhfe0_IKPkS }
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, January 23rd MMXXIV A.D. @ 411 PMPST
{ Freaked the Phonics out on youtube link @
https://youtu.be/F8oKAteCsys?si=yH5jrMhfe0_IKPkS }
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