Stand up routine 2nd chance
Edification of your libido is some sort of Freudian Slip, livin’ your own life on tour
With the mental-psycho-physical presence up around here y’all, it rains up to pour
Crease in your slacks, crooked or straight up, all to prove you’re on a way to fame
Mother passed on the euphoria to my father & his production filled up the game.
Knowing nothing but sadness will put you in stiff competition for the depression
Humor and laughter cause the cover-up, distraction from the first last impression
God’s dams on Earth keep the rivers from overflowing the banks, Mankind control
Brief or longtime, she loves you in your prime or old age, it’s oriental for the troll.
Me and you playin’ the fool for the wise women who know it all, how to get it all
No man ever lived who could get through without his mother, know it or not fall
You didn’t know who held you up since you roamed on 52nd Street ‘round Zanzibar
Applause showed nothing but past time you had her backstage behind curtains.
Groupies all gone because the chords don’t wind ‘em up anywhere up in the fleet
Bruce or Barbie both switch identities as the need arises, spy vs. spy are a spasm
To get what you got to make it what you had & won’t release the UV halo plasm
Killed and hidden down below the red & black Earth silt, the dirt of Home sweet.
She’s gonna pull her panties down for me? Didn’t have an idea, I’m flabbergasted
Hypnotized by the horns and beats of the skins, strokes of the strings, sweet notes
High or low, it makes trouble look like a party on the patio, Life’s Earth alien hoods
New York state of mind, high in the Rockies with the love sweet rhythm & blues.
Continue onto the rebirth of the forgotten Jazz that will roll the rocks uphill to God
Chance that you recollect the things you’ve forgotten ‘cause you feared you’d die
No reality will ever be better than the one you see right there in front of eyes’ lie
Bring you back from the living on Earth to the dead in Tibet, just want my hotrod!
Jersey shore to the Great Michigan Lake’s shore, 2 unknown drops of love meeting
Somewhere between 1960 & 2025, it all came down to this here back’s bee stings
Thousands of minutes and miles from one another, a clash was God’s gift to a Man
Gave Man a Woman, God did it with eyes wide open if God had eyes, trashed can.
Pretend you have it together & it’s probably good enough, maybe it ain’t as well
Playing until we can’t play and can’t move around without help from nurse’s aids
Legend flashing alpha & omega radiation, beating cymbals and skins to back flow
Hit the ball, the music’s a hit, give me a hit, they’ve got a hit on you, or a stiletto.
Prenuptials are in order, postnuptially yours & mine as we please, nobody’s fool
We’re all educated and experienced in the ups and downs of a pitch-black pool
Bills paid, wealth remains in golden dawn donations, we will win what got lost
Our very spirit’s soul, the verve that drives our will to survive, y’ll paid the cost.
Kidding you not, my kinfolk & amigos not to mention amigas, it’s a matter of time
Driven around every turnpike and freeway, every interstate and expressway line
It happens to the best of us, you ain’t expecting something & boom, there it is too
Right there in front of your eyes like a magic trick, leaving you under a spell ruse.
Every single rotation of this Earth, that’s every single day, fictional Mon to Sunday
52 ¼ weeks for upto around or about a hundred years, a hundred rotations ala sun
Fully ripe or full fried, cooked or baked, nearly all life can be eaten if seasoned A1
Monstrous misunderstandings of things themselves, a 6 or a 7 gives it a sign, son.
Obviously, you don’t know the future shocks you’ll get regardless of hit or miss
As nobody knows it all for certain, I’ll give you three guesses, the 1st leads to bliss
Model-T your & my games with the House Rules that mutate as the game goes on
Haters ain’t going to transform into adoring fans, we’re BBQ scapegoat carrion.
The second chance we get if the stars are aligned, maybe all we need to sublimate
Fire and ice above and below our little feet, material thing spins in my checkmate
Game was over before you knew that it was a strategic maneuver of a black hole
It is done, at One, gravitationally collapsed subatomic tachyons, finite three, Goal!
Hens in the hen coup, the crown’s consumed the coup d’etat & all’s well, here now
High underneath the lowest part of the Earth’s core, that’s the secret, known cow
Hurtles & high jumps form the matrix until the program interrupts the wave’s skin
Bring your A game to the court, field or rink and you’ve got an even chance to win.
Hearts ache and keep beating, nevertheless, the ultimate destiny is seizure & stop
Like the love it had when beating to the rhythm & rhyme and slammin’ rock & pop
Nobody in human skin with homo sapiens bones gets outta this loaded globe alive
You never requested the journey, birth to death yet immersed in a loop to survive.
As long as you’re present, comin’ out of the past & goin’ into the future, hit it boys
Every move you make is animated without your own will, it appears as your choice
Subatomic to atoms to molecules to form conglomerations, that’s Life people say
If you contemplate the fact of life, your father will be pleased, you guess to play.
Play on the words or upon the stage before an audience of like-minded mortals
Animated the atoms, annihilated the metropolis’ brick and mortar, open portals
To be One or not to be One and be either a fraction of 1 or a multiple of an “x”
Look through an windowpane, you’re trippin’ the light fantastic, phantasm sex.
You know La Flaca? She’s somebody’s daughter, sister, maybe mother, lover
Even if you don’t ever get to run into her, there’s something you need to know
You should have gone out of your way to find out where she was & took a trip
Now there’s no turning back to get a rerun, it’s water under the bridge, you hip?
I know, you know, we all know what we should have known a long time ago, so
Better late than never at all, luck of the draw and a quid pro quo for any master
On the plantation of peanuts or cotton, wheat or corn, it’s the labor of the slave
Where it will all be in a thousand years is right where it was a thousand years ago.
Money and water to get from one place to another before dusk, in a safe place
Rode through deserts, tundras and prairies and I thought I was all out of verve
Follow me, in and out of the dream in your head, I’m outside over here you goon
Sister in the rear, what is behind is so fine, I’m speechless with needle & spoon.
Pronouns in my repertoire for the enemies of Mankind, who are legions of bugs
In every crevice and hole in the mud, blood & beer I dropped on my birth’s day
Mommy’s & daddy’s fortune yielded what you’ve got & all you’ve earned alone
Even when the generals talk, some of us don’t listen, but we’re warned to atone.
Platform to broadcast the message of the pagans and Christians, equal time space
Good and bad, beautiful and ugly, not to mention the dangerous tic under my face
For whom and to whom this all is intended, none of them are concerned nor am I
Hope & Faith driven by the Charity, dream’s over & I’m all woke, holy soul power.
Catch the beat, check yourself, Good God, I ain’t kiddin’, put ‘er there, gimme dap
Fist over fist to punch, lest ye be punched, knuckled the balls, a squirrel bitch slap
Soul power, a rhythm & beat hotrod incarnate rock & jazz until blues voulez vous
Coming & going from One, same ol’ place, forever, egg, bone & screw the putsch.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER 1st MMXXV Anno Domini @ 409 PMPST
{ Syphoned out of the Void with compassion & #Woke body & soul while listenin’ to @DonHenley #TheBoysOfSummer link @ https://youtu.be/6RUIeX6UCT8?si=x2Id9gkaClSghX_e }
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