#WhoWouldHaveThunk #IThinkThereYouAreWhatIUsedToBe #IAmNoMore #FloodTheMud #BaffleEmWitBullScat

GETTIN' BOMBED WITH MY MASK OFF IN UTERO
I've not been born yet, still a CoVid19 concept in my divine father eye, above or below a period
Now and then, I've heard it said outside of this venue that what will be, can't control a dead dud
Do you think you can make it through the day and the night about 500 hundred years at a time
If you can, you will demonstrate that transitory beings are indeed mortal, death will drop a dime.

Inhale live bacteria & viral #JackDaniels in your bloodstream through your lungs and cardio pump
Creating the Void that encompasses the atomic matter that fizzes and fuses the cells in a rump
Comes out now and then if and only if there's a future of pending doom needing be a snake rattle
Magic spells and witch brews my mother made and force me to suckle a genie teat on the bottle.

It's only Jim Beam or Jack Daniels at my saloon door, they take shots & they pass out on the floor
Where brave men feard to go, next to me and you and you and you, they are both the rich & poor
All mortal beings that came from a passing #Smirnoff fad's ejaculation of the cosmic breath bling
Disregarding the lack of purpose for the First Cause's movement, a reason to be here in Sing Sing.

I did not commit the crime but I did take the wrap and that is terminal prison life 'til termination
Alpha males and Omega females, begin and end in Nothing's Void of Everything, bliss in God's sin
Just makin' love to the flesh and havin' an orgasm was enough to be sent to hell in a handbasket
Now, as it will always be and always has been, give up your ghost within, it ain't yours so Git Git!

Rum 151 and the pineapples runnin' through my mind & body, drunk on a jet doin' 500 MPHour
Got over the past and thrust into the future because I forgot about being present, like One flower
Just there, cut off from the source but still pretty as it is and was but I Will the release the hounds
The culture that moves the days and nights, ebb & flow of the mighty water over 7 dirt mounds.

It's nearly over, you get another day before the day you die, whenever that may be, never tonight
Wired for intelligence and mixed messages between the minions who live tangled up in the Blues
Turning into an ultraviolet waves without knowing it was happening, the origin of Space's fight
We're ghosts in the DNAcid machine, invisible spaceballs at one in Time, in a swing of delight.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, May XXVth, MMXXI Anno Domini
{ Drafted listenin' to @GratefulDead #BestOf on link @ https://youtu.be/D_RiiRe2sns & @Santana #LIVE 1981 @ https://youtu.be/Bef8ZNYDYm8 & #SongForMyBrother from #SwingOfDelight CD @ https://youtu.be/zdKYDKiPft4 & #GettinDrunkOnAPlane by @DierksBentley @ https://youtu.be/Vd2qlMV-seQ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
#YeahYouKnowMeBillyANDMel #BloodFloodGatesWideOpen #SpaceTimeOut

#TenEighteenTen #DontAsk #LookinGoodInTheBlues @Santana @Skynyrd @Vaughan @TJWhite #OutOfProtocol

CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW WITH MY MASK OFF
I've not been born yet, still a CoVid19 concept in my divine father eye, above or below a period
Now and then, I've heard it said outside of this venue that what will be, can't control a dead dud
Do you think you can make it through the day and the night about 500 hundred years at a time
If you can, you will demonstrate that transitory beings are indeed mortal, death will drop a dime.

Inhale live bacteria & viral #JackDaniels in your bloodstream through your lungs and cardio pump
Creating the Void that encompasses the atomic matter that fizzes and fuses the cells in a rump
Comes out now and then if and only if there's a future of pending doom needing be a snake rattle
Magic spells and witch brews my mother made and force me to suckle a genie teat on the bottle.

It's only Jim Beam or Jack Daniels at my saloon door, they take shots & they pass out on the floor
Where brave men feard to go, next to me and you and you and you, they are both the rich & poor
All mortal beings that came from a passing #Smirnoff fad's ejaculation of the cosmic breath bling
Disregarding the lack of purpose for the First Cause's movement, a reason to be here in Sing Sing.

I did not commit the crime but I did take the wrap and that is terminal prison life 'til termination
Alpha males and Omega females, begin and end in Nothing's Void of Everything, bliss in God's sin
Just makin' love to the flesh and havin' an orgasm was enough to be sent to hell in a handbasket
Now, as it will always be and always has been, give up your ghost within, it ain't yours so Git Git!

Rum 151 and the pineapples runnin' through my mind & body, drunk on a jet doin' 500 MPHour
Got over the past and thrust into the future because I forgot about being present, like One flower
Just there, cut off from the source but still pretty as it is and was but I Will the release the hounds
The culture that moves the days and nights, ebb & flow of the mighty water over 7 dirt mounds.

It's nearly over, you get another day before the day you die, whenever that may be, never tonight
Wired for intelligence and mixed messages between the minions who live tangled up in the Blues
Turning into an ultraviolet waves without knowing it was happening, the origin of Space's fight
We're ghosts in the DNAcid machine, invisible spaceballs at one in Time, in a swing of delight.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, May XXIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini
{ Drafted listenin' to @GratefulDead #BestOf on link @ https://youtu.be/D_RiiRe2sns & @Santana #LIVE 1981 @ https://youtu.be/Bef8ZNYDYm8 & #SongForMyBrother from #SwingOfDelight CD @ https://youtu.be/zdKYDKiPft4 & #GettinDrunkOnAPlane by @DierksBentley @ https://youtu.be/Vd2qlMV-seQ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
#YeahYouKnowMeBillyANDMel #BloodFloodGatesWideOpen #SpaceTimeOut
 

@TheRamones @TheStones #LetsRoll #PullTheRugOnMe #LoonyToonCartoons #SinMoreBeforeCaput

MARY, MOVE IT TO THE RIGHT ... IMMORTALITY GAME, WELL PLAYED
Back in the Austin Chitown district, I played games of moms & pops until I couldn't kick the can
Sometimes just a rubber puck flyin' at your unmasked face at the La Fayette Park ice in the city
Supper or breakfast never made a difference at 12 years old, before some girls' were so pretty
Monkey shines I got, like gramma said, so good that I found out, I was a Harlem Shuffle apeman.

Sticks and stones never did break my bones and even the name calling didn't really hurt me much
It was the rejection of the apples of my eyes from the 'hood, from the elementary school of Christ
It was all about Our Lady & being a shy boy of the altar, doin' Chicago shuffles, touchin' the host
They shook tail feathers to & fro, amazing that I couldn't get past the rigor mortis end policy post.

Conjure a magic spell, play the bass, the rhythm and the lead, same time, same place, sing a song
Sliding left & right of the visible light spectrum reveals the Invisible to the disbeliever, drop thong
Briefs or boxers lead to monkeys like me, going #Commando in a Void, Life lost in the miraculous
Just in case you didn't know of your handpicked smile laughing in the herd, all just too marvelous.

You got sick, you got a bacterial infection or a viral bug, either from the land, the sea or airframe
Then you got better and everyone else got sick of the same infirmity and died, they left you boss
Of the men and the mice left alone without any compass on how to sustain their lifestyle of fame
Rear ends & front grills, simple-minded flashes in the pans, shootin' bull scat, sorry for your loss.

Anywho, that ship sailed long before I began movin' around like my bones wanted to exit a stage
To the left then the right, rockin' all night until daylight came to blind me and I turned the page
Serious as a cardiac arrest, I plucked, I blew, I pounded and stomped, I even chortled some rhyme
Shitzue dogs on the @Princess's deck, shedding wisdom noone desires or needs, in 'scoop' Time.

You've come this far, danced around like it was nobody's business and you have caused accidents
Over a dozen, maybe three or more times a zygote was conceived, now they're all legitimate gents
24 boys, sons of mine, none of their mothers told me of the little punks conceived, a welfare stat
Everyone ROCKED & ROLLED on AFDC, food stamps, free cheese, cool milk for humane scat.

Easy it came and easy it went, like smoke goin' up to the sky, from a fire or smokin' gun in hand
A Six or a Machine, either way, could even be an iron dinosaur rollin' on rubber and magic wand
Combustion or magnetism animating the matter from hella heavenly Space to a final resting joint
Virus within old people's meals and on passenger hands who ate dope food, so what's the point?

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  May 23rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 06:33 AMPST
{ Drafted  to @RollingStones #HarlemShuffle in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/nAkMTu6q2pY & #StickyFingers #BrownSugar link @ https://youtu.be/V0uzD5DMt8k }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?