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GOT WAY MORE THAN I DESERVE, MAMA

This is non-negotiable when you hear the sick tale I’m about to relate to y’all

I can’t thank you more than a million times, well maybe two million shots of ball

No strings, shackles or chains on my legs and no leash around my neck, freebee

A dog waits for the days the boss of the food goes to throw the purple frisbee.

I am ready to roll whenever the moment presents itself, unless I’m goin’ to the casino

I like to roll the dice, sometimes I win and sometimes I lose but it’s so much fun to blow

Small fortunes, savings, property deeds, came via hard work & disintegrated with pharma

Before being born nothing was wrong, before I die, I’ve accumulated nugatory karma.

Before revealing what will shock your deep sense of morality and ethics, breathe deeply

When the sharpness of matter cuts down through the skin and bone, a colorless supply

Dead man’s touches come every day on Earth, might be you or I or somebody we know

You lying to yourself allows you to lie to your friends and foes, a significant other also.

If you please, pick some invisible tweaking magic to the nervous system, vibrato Kool aid

Dusted off the armor & still sharpened sword, knife hidden in plain sight, drop back, fade

Pretend no more when the blood lets out of a circulating, backbeat system of the heart

Once the final beat pushes in and out the last time before the cadaver lets out a phart.

Don’t shoot the messenger, look it up, google it, all you get is the final ghost push of gas

Turns out the soul/ghost/person was an illusion in Time & Space, final chapter a finale

All you thought you knew was nothing more than dead men’s guesses about the gods

None, many or just one who happens to be three persons in one, a trinity star blast.

Don’t shoot the messenger, this was the Word before I was conceived by ma & pa, had a bawl

Listening to the meaning of the words I’m listening to, I’m distracted by the look of your face

Disturbed as a disturbing dream that you know will end soon, no matter what you do in Space

A Deja vous may be fine with you but not me, it’s a once in a lifetime chance to inspect it all.

Who devised this enculturation other than the fathers of the church & queens of Earth?

Nothing will move the direction other than forward, after all we’re a planet’s afterbirth

To be or not to be the way you are is no alternative, it’s a demand, don’t ask me why

All you need to know is wisdom keeps you alive until tomorrow, do more than get by.

Shoot for the stars you’ll never get to, it’s impossible for real, but it’s a metaphor of chit

It’s all the elders spout off after being unsuccessful at being happy all the time, full of It

Nothing they can do about it though, it’s a matter of being in the right place, wrong time

Rigor mortis makes Adam & Eve appear to be mythological folklore, not worth a dime.

Kicks keep getting’ harder to find when your legs don’t walk like they used to, toes a chillin’

Still got the music rockin’ and rollin’ when the ol’ sun goes down, by the sea or lake, I’m all in

The girls and boys all come back for more, whenever the sun sinks down, it gets a lot hotter

Dancin’ under the waning gibbous full moon on a super February night, the stars are shinier.

Follow me like you could never follow anyone else since your father expedited your privilege

Expectations work, keep up the positive thought, we need no reinforcement, we’re on the edge

Getting to the ends of trips I took was the whole point, seeing if I could survive the goofiness

As you know, I’m the one that tucks you in at night, I’ll see you after the dream’s over, I guess.

Better off that I stay far away from the despair of being anywhere but by your side, all by me

Pretending doesn’t quite feel like swimmin’ through your veins, only being right here baby

Monday to Sunday, all of ‘em in between I got your front and back, all I have is your property

Wind at my back, flyin’ to infinity safe here and now for now, Past Time, Space ain’t for free.

Thinking about takin’ it slow now, seven decades flyin’ below radar at speeds of sound perks

You know every inch is like a mile when you take it slow, fast as you can, heroes and all jerks

It’s like love and marriage, you do it to get a tax break every year, have kids, tax & high bids

My dad had 6 kids, my friends dads had 12 & another 10 kids, 6 parents, 3 women, 28 kids.

Sang about it, anything like makin’ more humans, if you know what I mean, then you know

Trading in the poverty for the incognito rock star life on the islands and nobody will ever go

Fiction or a Truth about all of the chit that happens to all of us every day, out of cool schools

Go back to sleep or stay up all night with or without the speed-dial, Rock Stars are cool fools!

Begin here, poor, ugly freak lookin’ for a dream come true, not bothering to go to sleep first

Saw her with her friends, I told her I loved her and she laughed at me, at least I didn’t curse

It could be worse, but I doubt it, lessons learned without paying the price for being present

Got saved by hot Stacy’s or maybe holy Annie’s mom, either way, how lucky to be 17 today.

I will never repeat this again, however I suggest y’all memorize the following in essence too

You are who you were before your conception, human being, nothing or divine cosmic stew

Boondocks, bayou, downtown naked cities, country creeks & mountains, heart & soul coup

Babies raised to breed their own over again, who I am, who you are, we are all One group.

Tin roof, front porch and a gravel road in Pilot Hill, California, down from Kool & Coloma hill

Up and down, you get a line and you get a pole, we’ll go fishin’ in the crawfish hole, I will

Church on Sunday morning, smiles in the pews back and forth, to and fro from the gospel

God, creator of the brave and free, I’ll reward myself for finding the Truth, heaven & hell.

I will recollect what the forgotten memory I never received from folks who never knew at all

Best I could do is seven decades of breathin’ & out the air that I love & hope I will never fall

Yet I know eventually we all gotta go, wherever & whenever it happens, it’s a twilight so far

Fishin’ for me, where’s the twilight zone’s 4th dimension and the 1st One, I’m Being Singular.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February 3^rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys #HowFarIsHeaven on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wvkzoqQ5Oak?list=RD0Gjx-ZQuQ_Y }

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