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Heavy weight to carry on Earth, nearly weightless once gravity grooves the rest

Nothing remains the same when there’s chaos and order fighting rich & poors

Y’all will get over it in the old school with the mean teachers & aloof professors

All gave some & some gave it all if they could front me, I knew they did the best.

Boots and cowboy hats were for the ranch & the herding of the cows & horses

Been smack down in the middle of that & the barn dancin’ on Saturday nigh

We did what we could to stay normal, drunk-high as a kite, we ended the fights

Been around the blocks a few times, all around the world twice, Nam to Chi.

Bit up by varmints and bugs, they just needing the sweet meat of my holy feet

Been walkin’ and runnin’ wild for seven decades of mercy and words in the red

I’m in the black on the financial side of survival, couch potatoes mashed to eat

It’s a tight, solid pounding on the 16 penny nails head, framed my room & bed.

No heaven or hell in my eyes sight, insight or oversight built into the blueprint

DNA ordered RNA for the cellular nuclear fusion to eventually make you squint

Singing and moving to and fro, ridin’ in my sled for a spell out to the county line

Ready to go faster, AM radio blastin’ some Boss & ZZT, smokin’ watermelon rind.

Slowed down by the county mounty doin’ 90 in a 40, but only for a ¼ mile or so

Had the cherry tops poppin’ for mother & father to ban my driver’s license faux

Slim, slick & cool or large, Podunk or tiny, the facts of life have no full disclosure

We the people who pretend to follow a golden rule, regulation of the roar & purr.

Barking and meowing as above it happens without going down below a sleepwalk

Who is the real idiot behind the morons who get a smoking gun of cracker chalk

Hey man, you’ve nothing more than everything the planet left from the big bOng

If you don’t know that, you know nothing at all, person to person, sceptic’s song.

Prayed on knees at the age of reason, to be forgiven for some ancestors’ errors

Dead men & women can’t payback the debt, therefore the edge of night’s terrors

Haunt with spiritual, mentally in error, malfunctioning thinkers of logic & reason

To be or not to be alive is the main function, Live Free or Die in an idiotic season.

Common knowledge is uncommon wisdom, that you know you’re silence is gold

Speak at will, you’re free speech will be held against you whether you jest or not

You are always held to your original sin, the Word is made flesh by a drug cartel

From monkeys & nekid apes who’ve evolved to be all too human, almighty hell!

If the beatniks and the mighty hippies of the 50’s & 60’s didn’t clear the acid trip

Then it’s up to ones who’ve descended from them all, all seven continents adrift

Gods of the dead & gone left the Word, symbolic alphabet soup of a ship’s slip

High or low, above or below the hull, it’s this old man and staying off of the sea.

I played One, nick-nack on my drum, bad boy who brought the light to thunders

Copycats love the rules to break when it’s necessary to follow the hero blunders

Corpus dillecti will seep into the soul of you & magnetized mates of the nonsense

Think that this is thinking, you’d think so but probably means proof of existence.

Sixteen innings & the tie gets broken, the Away team beats Homer, son, oh son

Sift through the chaffe and find the diamond in the rough, it’s serious double-duh

Up for a dunk-jam, got wood on a slider, caught The Pass from Joe, etc., etc., etc.

Pardon your son, fallout father can’t pardon the son, ask God, he’ll let it be done.

Here’s the final precipice, ain’t nothing left behind butt-nekid, drugged ape-elves

Look at yourself in a full mirror reflection, no clothes on the bones, all yourselves

All you are, before you die, it stands up tall up to plus or minus six, shape-souled

Tom Thumb to the Green Giant, atoms to galaxies of treasured rocks that It rolled.

Pro is for and Con is not for, there’s no poll taken that’s accurate, just sayin’ this

Projection of the funk and wagging fingers, all up on the silver screen, smut pizza

Losers win nothing but the release from the pain & suffering, all got holy halos

Not far below the core of Earth, it’s a mental/psychological tool for the Randos.

Insurance has no function in this calculus, it’s not in the function, it’s robbery

Those careful who never file a claim pay for the careless yet justifiable usury

Common wisdom hidden, know occult mortals live as if there’s no tomorrow

You have become a national security risk, yet it is indeed, #TooBigToRig blow.

I can see neither the reason nor the rhyme, yet the irrational moves into mate

Check yourself, your next move could be your last, it appears you’re locked in

Your choices are limited to either one bad move or another causing of a resign

Busted up the whole thing, the cell self-contained the mode of a Braille sign.

Heavy water gone from the moon, the planets, everywhere but the wetland dirt

Earth, mother of animation of matter, Earth, Wind & hot flames of Fire T-shirts

Short or long-sleeved with logo & photo frontside, concert venue itemized rear

Swag heals the problem of maximum charge for LIVE concert seats, Rock clear.

Hey man, just cough up the cash, musicians and poets don’t work, so play ball

Get up to bat for a pinch hit, walk-off grand-slam homerun, gods are the goons

Keeping the human behavior in check, out of control due parental abuse tunes

From Woody Woodpecker to Bugs Bunny & A Road Runner, Gee Zuz loves y’all!

Pretend you don’t know what you’re doing if you’re caught breaking a holy rule

God and the all too human men and women, use logic & reason to devise a mule

One that keeps all the punks in check, creating One thing, too big to rig, the point

From One man to another woman or man, you’re an idiot of science, as I anoint!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi June VII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMMST

{ Blasted out the Void while listenin’ to the #PulseOfThePulsar @Armstrong_GettyRadio @kste650AM }

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