GOD'S GOLDEN LEAD, A FAKE CASKET & A WINE CASK
Ain't there, I ain't into It, all the rage coming out of young & old people, Terra Ferma dust
It's significance is a chimera to babies & children of the blinded. hung-up on a holy ghost
I was out on patrol in the jungle when the L.T. got fragged back in '71, it was a low blow
We run as fast as we could with combat boots on, I was in a jungle swamp with G.I. Joe.
Folks do wave that red, white and blue but not the same in 1862, Johnny Reb smoked
From Chatanooga to Biloxi I left my paystubs at the bar, I got so drunk and fully stoked
Dropped a dime on the whole shebang right after I woke up, there was no reason to lie
My foot was on the gas since I went to sleep last night, peer forward to the future, I cry.
On top in June after bein' down, pawns can move & with limited power can win a game
Race to the end at your own peril, take Time movin' through Space, idiots worth a dam
Flights or voyages on oceans or rocky roads on the dried up Earth Face, watery in fame
Brushed off like dandruff off of my head & shoulders, a miracle defies me, I am a scam.
Dames, broads, chicks, birds & word sounds signifying nothing but good, bad & ugly too
The better half of the human genome, neither half can be whole without the other one
Follow the bouncing ball and sing some meaning into the Void's fresh spillin' Singularity
Funds for the funk, pay to play as it should be & always will be, harmonic sum, one deity.
Kicked around the ground of backwoods' towns & second chance karma reproductions
The show was over soon after it began, out of the blue, in the lerch of hot pontifications
Gems like golden rules and ten commands of the invisible commander is the gist of It's I
Egocentric only 'cause the altruism will get you in demand until you've depleted my sky.
Then when extinction is immanant you want to apologize for you & yours truly too late
Out of the only time you had while alive, while your eyes were wide opened by the fate
This you get whether you like it or not, you get what you deserve in a long run's six gun
Dust to dust, all gone and welcomed by the sleepin' ghost in the machine, father & son.
Bumbs and junkies lookin' for the love in all of the right places but findin' none for them
Already long gone without a word left for a clue to the gang banger deep in the sewage
Flowing with the grease & grime leftover by the cooks of the wasted, dead meat & plant
Smell the aroma wafting from , welcome you, welcomed me, ghost of a tall atomic ant.
Conditional to the actual Truth of what happened in the past, from this point backward
That's the historical record that's unrecorded for playback to learn from, to avoid Hells'
Mistakes happen whether you like it or not, all you can do is prepare for ding dong bells
I hear the birds sing, the insects buzz and the humanity radiating the smoke of this bard.
Nothing new or old to dream about, it's all the One being the One, it's a matter of Time
Spun Earth, wobbling & rotating on an infinite elliptical orbit, macroatomic ecliptic slime
An electric slide and a boogaloo down broadway without a care in this world, few bills to pay
Evened out from true lies, the last day of fission & fusion, galactic torrent fakes a sunny day!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. April 3rd, 2022 A.D. @ 911 AMPSt
{ Drafted whil jammin' in a loop to @BobbyHebb's #Sunny link @ https://youtu.be/Wr7r5P9E9CQ }
