Put something missing where it’s supposed to be, discover that life in a Mariana Trench glove
Something to eat, something to drink, somewhere to lay your head without a worry my wart
If you put a girl in it, everything seems a lot better than the first time, nothing like a last one
I remember the final one, the last one, the last time of huggin’ and kissin’ the dream comin’.
It’s holy, it’s sacred and it’s the good life of dancin’ under the moonlight, spirits in the night
Drinkin’ cold beer and some white lightenin’ firewater, it’s the party we all came for fathers
Keepin’ the mothers away from DNA stash and the cache of cash works for minute, shakin’ it
That is the end of the tune, right there with fingerprints and facial recognition of my sisters.
You will and you think that is all that it takes to cause the effects of life and death, final idea
From one big mouth to a loud mouth, inherited by the DNA of the gene pool, just say it! Dah!
When the doubts leave your soul and there’s nothing but the star stuff, cosmic menudo of Ga
Everything between the matter, the Void is the matrix of conceptual analysis’ core, a panacea.
With or without you and I, without the thoughts and history of Mankind, there’s just Rocks
Wind and Fire whip around the burned out star stuff we came from, the Ra, the Ala peacocks
Roosters and hens, bucks and doze, mamas and papas, spin, live and die in Evil and in Good
Time is tight and shorter than you think, assume you and your soul will be consumed food.
Maybe not eaten by an animal or bacteria or a virus but for certain, disintegration’s specialty
Integration is indentured servitude to the powers that be, controllers of the taxes and royalty
Like the wizard of Oz, it’s all behind the curtains, hidden from my Skynyrd in Muscle Shoals
Why are YOU alive? What will happen when the 7th dwarf dies? Snow White’s funk, Holes!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to WAR THE BAND #CiscoKid & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rvYODVTHC2I }
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