ON MOONSHINE, THE WOODS’ BAR
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 2, 2019
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Pretend that it’s fine and dandy to lie and cheat if you’re not under oath to tell a pledge
Nothing but It or it would be falsehood data to be reckoned with and we got an attitude
Nobody will fight for the right to freedom from oppression and my indentured servitude
Perfect pitch and a swing of the little sling blade, sharp slice of a climax, a cutting edge.
My opine makes as much difference as the sewer water trivia dumps into the H2O riverlets
10,000 lakes or just one or none, one way or the other, it’s all you’re gonna get y’all a pup
It’s a matter of the fun and games we’re playin’ with all of the cold beer and hardened spirits
From Chicago blues to a Mississippi roll, a teenager says, yes sir, no mam, moving on up.
Dummies in love and intelligencia in hate, everybody declares there to be a Man way upstairs
But there ain’t any, there’s nothing outside of the realm of here and now, read all about bums
It ain’t my fault that I learned how to read and talk, how to communicate with the deaf, dumb
Paid out of Tennessee because I loved being in communicado right outback of the lion lairs.
Moved the boxes and letters across the skylines in the 80’s, 90’s & 00’s without jet lag, Fedux
Love Memphis, Sacramento, Chicago and yeah, even Biloxi, Mississippi, where nothin’ sucks
A trip from the LSD to the double crosses over the Pacific back n’ forth to the Far East, OMG
Rainin’ poundin’ storm on a tin roof over my head, in a hooch, high and dry gale’s all stormy.
It is where I died in the middle of nowhere for nothing at all, just to insure the lives we live
From Maine to Alaska, Hawaii to New Jersey on down to the Bahamas, we moved, we thrive
Black and white writing in cuniform on the wall, the gold of the ancestors hidden in the open
Just a diversion but an adolescent thrust causes, love, hate or revenge, drownin’ baby ocean.
Go ahead and lie about telling the truth, badboy called wolf and drank a six-pack of near beer
If you don’t, you will be the prey of the predators who live and pretend in your cities of hoods
Even if you have no idea what a “hood” is, it’s still the HOOD, roots of strategic Cryptic Blood
Happy hour shots of whiskey with miscreants who failed tooth n’ nails, bar’s over here, hear?
Mary left and little Carrie Ann came into the heart/soul room beside my conscious con game
Meant to be or not, it is what it is and it ain’t what it ain’t, obviously, the Truth’s simple, come
It’s all there is, the climax that makes the genome’s DNA multiply into the infinite whirlwind
People’re animals, they’re snitches, right? Not all animals are people, human #ringers all sin.
Here’s a gem you’ll need to remove your ignorance from your children’s minds, top diamond
It’ll shine the light even after you drop it down on the ground for One to find, under a hot sun
Laws and ordinance go together like cream, sugar and coffee, it’s either paradise or hell fires
Waitin’ to burn every something, invisible stoned-rock, smokin’ pine blown, high BBQ pyres.
Bon fires down the dirt road down by the riverside, full moon night waitin’ for the police’s kid
Boss of the Sticks, threw the gasoline and whiskey into the party and we burned ‘til the dawns
Pretending pleasure and business mix into the hodgepodge, the menudo of the busted pawns
Feeling’s understood, smokin’ twisters, drunk on throttled sunrise in jars, FRIED in the skit!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER 2nd, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Good ol' Boyz Family, Bubba Sparxx, JG MadeUmLook #GoodOlBoyz #CountryToTheCity on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PEf8Q-sYDwI }
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