MIGHTY ALMIGHTY, GOOD GOLLY MS MOLLY
Conserve the dwindling supplies you consume or you’ll be starving & thirsting to death
From the ladies' wombs to the tomb, humanity both intentional & accidental breath
Gasping for pure oxygen above the water’s crushing waves, you get a few seconds
Rerun what in the world went on at that moment, as the last, fast lane ends.
I’m all dying to know, you’re dying to stay up & thriving in the matrix’s coma love
Known or unknown predication of the objective subjects that never move alone
Always alright, alright, alright as it is above, so it is below, this, that there & all
Proof I’m wrong or right matters to a burning One, it’ll equalize the human fall.
Nevertheless, skeletons and skulls had their function, to hang apparel upon
Fitting small to jumbo sizes, everyone has their own, don’t judge lest ye know
Some of us are lucky sometimes & other times not so much, others’ lives suck
Contract to stay alive by self-construction, avoid self-destruction’s pickup truck.
Honey & brown sugar make the blood jump, idiosyncratically armed to the teeth
On the 8-track runnin’ counterclockwise as it always has in the past enemy sheet
Fruitful as a kiwi & strawberry, all of the front lines at home & away from the park
Keep the picture clearly focused so that your conclusion is a valid, deductive snark.
Laid off, laid on, laid lady, lay across my big brass bed, it’s old lyrics of new songs
Indeed, you can be laid upon & that is very heavy for some, ilk needing cow milk
Suckin’ on rubber nipples topping a sterilized piece of plastic or glass, The Bottler
Full or half empty, it still does the trick, as you would expect, smoke on the water.
I have a portion of pure gold deposit in my deep pocket, billionaire on a Titanic
Getting the survivors with babies & fair lady status into the lifeboats, kill the rest
Determined that the self is nothing but kickin’ a word, a feeling around, oh so sick
A to Z, a jumbled hodge-podge that appears homemade by a smart ol’ warlock.
Your funk was always around, just got stronger as the body chugged along
Up and down, in and out, over and wherever the wind blows, singin’ a song
Not for a good reason or a bad blow but for no reason at all, rockin’ a lot of it
Nuts in shells, berries on a bush, we’re good, rockin’ the pie, black magic Fit!
It may be a revolting development for you & me but it’s the only one in sight
Fear and loathing coming clearly out of nowhere, it’s such a fictional delight
Spells of words in order begin a sequential formation of stacked chords I sing
Colored lights infrared to ultraviolet blue creating something out of Nothing.
Hearts inside of the souls where nobody ever looks, they only see the pump
Blood of the drunk sailors spilled all over their whites, looks better bleached
All the old swabbies know how it was & still is for the ones who just find out
That they’re a step away from death, it’s the deal, winning can be no doubt.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER IVth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 420 PMPST
{ Half-cocked, went off while jammin’ to LIVE @CarlosSantana https://youtu.be/DnrVgXNn7aA?si=AvS-FiIVM3Ai7GCz }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Gasping for pure oxygen above the water’s crushing waves, you get a few seconds
Rerun what in the world went on at that moment, as the last, fast lane ends.
I’m all dying to know, you’re dying to stay up & thriving in the matrix’s coma love
Known or unknown predication of the objective subjects that never move alone
Always alright, alright, alright as it is above, so it is below, this, that there & all
Proof I’m wrong or right matters to a burning One, it’ll equalize the human fall.
Nevertheless, skeletons and skulls had their function, to hang apparel upon
Fitting small to jumbo sizes, everyone has their own, don’t judge lest ye know
Some of us are lucky sometimes & other times not so much, others’ lives suck
Contract to stay alive by self-construction, avoid self-destruction’s pickup truck.
Honey & brown sugar make the blood jump, idiosyncratically armed to the teeth
On the 8-track runnin’ counterclockwise as it always has in the past enemy sheet
Fruitful as a kiwi & strawberry, all of the front lines at home & away from the park
Keep the picture clearly focused so that your conclusion is a valid, deductive snark.
Laid off, laid on, laid lady, lay across my big brass bed, it’s old lyrics of new songs
Indeed, you can be laid upon & that is very heavy for some, ilk needing cow milk
Suckin’ on rubber nipples topping a sterilized piece of plastic or glass, The Bottler
Full or half empty, it still does the trick, as you would expect, smoke on the water.
I have a portion of pure gold deposit in my deep pocket, billionaire on a Titanic
Getting the survivors with babies & fair lady status into the lifeboats, kill the rest
Determined that the self is nothing but kickin’ a word, a feeling around, oh so sick
A to Z, a jumbled hodge-podge that appears homemade by a smart ol’ warlock.
Your funk was always around, just got stronger as the body chugged along
Up and down, in and out, over and wherever the wind blows, singin’ a song
Not for a good reason or a bad blow but for no reason at all, rockin’ a lot of it
Nuts in shells, berries on a bush, we’re good, rockin’ the pie, black magic Fit!
It may be a revolting development for you & me but it’s the only one in sight
Fear and loathing coming clearly out of nowhere, it’s such a fictional delight
Spells of words in order begin a sequential formation of stacked chords I sing
Colored lights infrared to ultraviolet blue creating something out of Nothing.
Hearts inside of the souls where nobody ever looks, they only see the pump
Blood of the drunk sailors spilled all over their whites, looks better bleached
All the old swabbies know how it was & still is for the ones who just find out
That they’re a step away from death, it’s the deal, winning can be no doubt.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER IVth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 420 PMPST
{ Half-cocked, went off while jammin’ to LIVE @CarlosSantana https://youtu.be/DnrVgXNn7aA?si=AvS-FiIVM3Ai7GCz }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
