@DonaldJTrump @POTUS45rocked #ColdOnes & the #Ends #21GunSalute #ThatWasAColdOne #PardonMeToo #NASDAQupDOWN

TOO FAR GONE NOW, 1 SHORT OF A 12 PAK, IT WAS A COLD ONE BABY?
Messengers bringin' the bottom line to the forefront, in the beginning it was pitch black dark
Light itself, blown up matter showing off it's explosions, what we need to eat or drink, mark!
Fabulous moving into the dream and out of the cream, couldn't land that big one, false alarm
We could have made it all work out but it takes two to tango and I was a boy from a hogfarm.

There isn't two minutes to play the games I want to play, I know the rules and I want to play
Beating myself in a solo gang of one, nobody to argue with & I always agree, might die today
Hope not but nobody knows the ultimate answer to a conundrum, to be or not to be a doubt
Right cards in the right place at the right time, full house or a royal flush will straighten it out.

Overnight the things moved, changed from alive to dead, unfathomable & in smoky dope
Monkeys puttin' down the lettuce for million dollar condos, mansions in their minds' eyes
Punks on corners lived and died, fishermen and apostles smoked turkish tobacco and rope
Burnt booty and now there's the rubic cube rumble in the jungle, maybe it was cherry pies.

White flag tryin' to warn morons and blank pages full of empty words, explain the hot dead
No gratitude for innocence of the human babies and all non-human life, a southern comfort
Calculate the sum and live with it, subtract, add, multiply for division of anyone's godhead
You came to follow me, jump off Earth without a body, nobody gets out alive, it's been said!

No turns going forward from this day to tomorrow, there's no reversal nobody turns it back
Reincarnation's a hope of fear-mongering mobs with a morbidity rate of 100 % Homer grown
Flowers and love began the progress to the end of the story, the casket and the urn, 12 pak
Meaning two six paks ought to do the trick when you are one beer short, all dead & all gone.

Grim & ecstatic at one & the same time, it's just begun & it's all over already, funny bone
Trip on medicine or poison, naked apes try to do this on their own without a cell phone
Now it's over ain't it?  We can't do it over, there are no #DoOvers on the plains or groves
This is all you're gonna get, lucky conceived, random randos & bettys, extinction of doves.

Funk filled up the cake that I bought from the baker, candles all blown out, heaven my foot
Or at least my toes and heel with a dagger in a pocket, I ain't goin' down to the bottom boot
Kicks got harder to come by in Time, kicks fake punted a decade, time's in & out, ain't none
First snap of last straws leads to dark a side of the path, no royal flush, can't land a big one.

Being too involved in the minutes and hours from day to day leads to the same place's glow
In and out of Sun consciousness you've inherited from Adam, Eve and the other anthropoids
Coming over you is a heightened awareness that you're as immortal as the sexual innuendo
Landed on the runway before it was cleared of debris, wings went down, engines got skids.

Drunk and brain whacked by tobacky, put the spirit of God in a difficult position, done wrong
If the creator is the origin of the universe, I mean if that's the Truth, then evil lives in a song
Common dysfunction of a cerebral cortex is related to network nerve damage, stab in a heart
Nothing works but a #cOLDne, when you're high & dry, nowhere mankind is a longneck's art.

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, Janvier 20th, 2021 Anno Domini  #PunchMeAwake #BadaBing #BadaBoom
{ #EveOfOneTwentyTwentyOne drafted while listenin' to @Eric_Church #ColdOne on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE }

#ShortOfATwelvePackAgain #HisHoliness #Papa & me... #ThatWasAColdOneManGod

1 SHORT OF A 12 PACK, MARXIST, FORMALDEHYDE PHILOSOPHY, MARX IN THE DARK
That was indeed a cold one that day you walked out the door, you slammed it shut, exit sound
It's always open for a come back but that was only once, won't be comin' back this time 'round
Shots in the darkness of Space, sweatin' long necks waitin' for me to occupy my round bar-stool
Freakin' high and dry, smokin' a fatty in the back parking lot, by the woods of the coldest fool.

Flies buzz around the ends of the means, it's nobody's fault, it just happens, it all goes on ice
Eventually even the hottest pistol turns into it's original cold steel, it's all for the good of God
First and last time we watch the love of our lives mow down our #TopOfTheWorld cold one
Sung from the porch or drivin' away down the gravel road, makin' stones and red dust fly son.

Not your mother nor your father to blame for any of this, they made you out of the lust of love
Still you didn't have to leave me so high and dry without the words of love, you killed the dove
Record highs from the lowland, the swamps to the gods' garden of weed and flower candy blow
First and Last Time, First and Last Cause of the End of you and me, be the fish on Cannery Row.

On a trouble hook or a gill net thrown to the love of eaten sea creatures, martians from Pluto
They have taken over the #VirusMutilation and caused the extinction of species catalyst, a video
Shown far and wide on the world-wide web, a record high of likes and hates of this Adam show
Eve didn't like bein' second fiddle either, don't let a bible & history fool you, I say E I E I oh no!

Buns holding Matter in the matrix, outside of the Void or inside of It, One and the same Nothing
Substance, the thing itself, an essence of the origin's mortal sin, compared to what, come-on son
Pretenders aren't recommended & if you persist, you'll die of ignorance, of being hat-checking
Strangled until the heart had it's last pump and beat of the drum, seven holy holes, wide open!

In the finale, what it's all about now is what it will always be about, always been about, survival
Out of the blue from above, in the six feet of dirt atop my leftover skin & bones, talkin' general
When they talk, you better listen, you better start sweatin' 'cause it means a twelve pack's gone
Now & then you've get what comes out of nowhere, gimme a beer, I'm outta here, rock's stone!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Janvier 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMMST
{  Drafted while listenin' to a loop of #ColdOne by @Eric_Church link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE #PerfectDayForTheEndOfMay #ImOuttaHere }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#TryUntilTheEnding #ThenYouWillKnowWhyYouTry @PabloPicassoDedication @TinaTurner @DelaneyAndBonnie

SHE KNEW AND I KNEW, WE WERE 1 BEER SHORT OF A 12 PAK AGAIN *
Veins movin' the iron poor blood in and out of a fabulous heart, the only one that knows is you
Certainty is a gift from the gods or the God of your grandfathers, big guy in coldwater blue sky
High five left high and dry for a good reason, her daddy taught her the same. I used to fight it
She knew & you know the nature of the beast's deep down in your unsavable soul, that's right!

Poppin' veins until the blood had no place left to go, circulating up and laying it all down, it's life
All you'll ever see with these eyes, all you'll hear with these ears unless your blind, deaf & dumb
In that case you need way more than a keg of beer and a case of Black Jack, a shot & beer'll do
Damn sure I'm never right 'bout anything other than a fact that alive things will one day die too.

Lost nothing tht false pride couldn't cover up like clown make-up on Jesus, an act for the circus
Claiming to be the man from heaven related to Zeus when Zeus is related to nothin' but a fuss
Fixed like a cop's nephew's speeding ticket, the judge had me breakin' out in a cold sweat cuss
Swearin' up and down from Hades to high heaven I'd never violate the code of Hammurabi bus.

Junk in the trunk left over from the lovers and haters of the game of procreating the nonsense
Good, bad, ugly, cool, nasty or whatever the case may be, from the work and the play you get It
It is the end of it all, no more light there and then, can't respond to the stupid questions and chit
Singin' with my girl friends and brothers from other mothers, drinkin' & swingin' for the fence.

Score tied only in a fantasy, in reality there's a winner and a loser, I was always one of those son
Revenge at me for being obtuse and metaphysically abstract to a fault, where I evaporated, man
Cold ones stolen on the way out the door, can't get 'em back even if you're all high and dry sore
All of the dust in the trail is still up in the air, she ran pretty fast, back to liberty's bar room door!

I can't speak for the artist but it's highly likely that creativity gets you nothing from the reaper
A soul fine and hella gone forever from the face of Earth and the solar system's galactic fate
Collapsible, implodable, explodable, able to turn from boulder, planet sized to a pebble, mate
Imagine you're high and dry, no cold ones in sight, Love still ain't on the way back, it's deeper.

Take away the water from the Earth, evaporate it all into empty Space through a Time's chasm
Gone, hydrogen and oxygen, never any spirits to be uplifted any longer by a goddess' catechism
Records made and played made a difference until the Ending, the Finale to be the Ends' cellphone
I ain't sweatin' it bein' hella high, but is that a long neck sweatin' there in your hand, it's all gone.

I'm gonna buy a rack, OK maybe a 1/2 of a rack or a keg or somethin' big that you can solo cup
That way you can keep gettin' drinks for free, just because you know me, it's on the up and up
But in realty there's conception and the deception on the way to the inception of the cold one
Death's so cold, like a clay hard rock, not a move anywhere from nose to the heartbeat, yeah son.

This ain't no joke, it's serious words explaining the facts of life, there's nothing to it, more or less
All of the people who have lived, incarnated, reincarnated and died one or more times, we confess
It's just the opinion of one man, worthless all by itself but in the mosaic of all from leather to dust
This here thing, this dawn and dusk that make your smile so wide, myth busted a love left to rust.

by
r j j stephan, i   *Header is copy of painting #TheScream by @EdvardMunch
c.  Lundi, January 18th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to some @Delaney&Bonnie&Friends #OnlyYouKnow & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/IHFWNMFyRBY }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?