CHAIN GANG CREATED #49 YEARS AGO, BACK TO
THE WORLD’S TIGHT PANTS
Drop tops, Love’s children all comin’ down to the bottom of the hill with their tight pants pulled down
Silly Willie yet serious as a train-wreck on the river bridge, head on crushed bodies used to be clowns
Now & then, dead & gone bones of the ancestors joined with the Present’s Past future tense, I’m in
It sure ain’t a sin to be movin’ along with the slow traffic flow, ‘til the express lane opens, I’m ridin’.
A pink Cadillac or just a tricycle grandpa and daddy made under the tree for me, by the red fire engine
I rolled on from four years old to one day ago, that’s droppin’ the pedal now, 1955 to 2024’s back door
Now you are caught in the mouse-man trap, you ain’t getting’ away cousin, you’re snapped on the tail
Our pulling away just hurts so you just stay put & die with the cheese in your jaws, rollin’ on to no avail.
On the way you never know when the whole shebang terminates and fades to blacker than black Space
Outer limits of the twilight zone are the places where Original Sin was committed, high miraculous’ face
Divine is also all too human, man, you couldn’t see this One comin’, was always right there in plain sight
Fisticuffs in black belt’s 3rd degree forms, here & on the other side where skills are needed, Love’s fight.
Yes men and the No women cooperate to fix the evolutionary discord, extinction any second, it’s yours
Not a whole family or the whole population of planet Earth, just the original air breather oxygen whirs
Mix in nitrogen & hydrogen and carbon dioxide 9-5 and there you have it, Life as we know it, here, now
Minute you get to the other side, you find the crossroad to pick your last pick, right down in hell below.
Junk you got in your trunk ain’t comin’ out until the master pops the top, then we’re gone, Be long gone
Pitter patter of your heart knows this is the Truth, blind faith in your leaders gets you a pauper grave, son
Visions in black & white until the color fleshed out the wounds of being the fallen angels of the black sun
It’s an actual Black Hole, invisible & you’ve fallen i but you can’t quit until you pay back the debt’s loan.
Full of your Self, are you kiddin’ me? That’s the lesson to be learned, survival of the most fit, dead, gone
Nobody, nothing, not an animal or an amoeba or anything on this food chain of the Divine, invisible bone
Came in orgasm, dropped the pedal & animated the invisible to form a thing long gone, artifacts of God’s
Maybe there’s more than One but it’s an accident, the mind got blown into a Singularity, no Earth floods.
There you go, here and now, yesterday and tomorrow, in a nutshell, you came & you’re gonna go fast too
Breathing one day and corpus dillecti the next night, stickin’ needles in & out, suckin’ out your juice goo
Spirit of hoping you can indulge in the uncivilized lie of the Ether, of empty Space’s middle of a fixed 9-5
Draw that last gasp, keep in mind that you can’t hold yo’ breath, drop the top & feel the breeze, Be alive.
If and when you get either above the fray or below the six feet of dirt that no bones can escape, it’s true
Earth is the dirt, leftover remains of the star we call the Sun, when you realize this then you’ll all be blue
More than all musical riffs from the Blues men & Blues women who played us for pay, like a queen’s fool
That’s the king, a prince of the paupers, mothered and fathered before the dawn of the day, God’s cool.
Devil is ‘Lived’ spelled backward, realize the meaning of that and you’re on the way to your final ending
Fear no humans who threaten to kill your body, they can’t terminate Soul if you have one, mind bending
It’s a struggle of every single living cell in this genome to remain above the underground, overblown TNT
Dynamite mix to re-ignite the dying cinders, leftover by your deadbeat dads & welfare moms of the Free.
You got to the by-and-by without a map to get from the dot you occupy to the dot you don’t occupy yet
Growing form from nothing to something in a New York moment in Time, Philly or Big Apple love, I bet
Historical dreams turn into reality and then fade away to be forgotten in the Void, where you’re all from
Opened closure to this saga, a baby cries, gets old & still weeps like a baby, nowhere, God, Man’s dumb!
If you get lucky, maybe you’ll become a father & mother of future dead-beat dads & single mother fads
Welfare will pay because the society pays for the foul events occurring from a civilized world of savages
Prisons work, jails all rejected humanity, isolated DNA to prevent further replication of the idiot savants
Holy names of people, elevated or devolved, evidence destroyed, this is actually the planet of big ants.
Crawling, slithering, crawling, scooting, sky walking, running to the gliders & jets for takeoff to the stars
As if you could ever get away from the grave you’ll be in to isolate the stench of your leftover food fares
Period of your blood flow, with or without the moonshine, down by the riverbed, we’ve copulated here
Fake wisdom, ain’t no hereafter, all because of society’s glut, Man’s stench gets one hungry grizzly bear.
by
Silly Willie yet serious as a train-wreck on the river bridge, head on crushed bodies used to be clowns
Now & then, dead & gone bones of the ancestors joined with the Present’s Past future tense, I’m in
It sure ain’t a sin to be movin’ along with the slow traffic flow, ‘til the express lane opens, I’m ridin’.
A pink Cadillac or just a tricycle grandpa and daddy made under the tree for me, by the red fire engine
I rolled on from four years old to one day ago, that’s droppin’ the pedal now, 1955 to 2024’s back door
Now you are caught in the mouse-man trap, you ain’t getting’ away cousin, you’re snapped on the tail
Our pulling away just hurts so you just stay put & die with the cheese in your jaws, rollin’ on to no avail.
On the way you never know when the whole shebang terminates and fades to blacker than black Space
Outer limits of the twilight zone are the places where Original Sin was committed, high miraculous’ face
Divine is also all too human, man, you couldn’t see this One comin’, was always right there in plain sight
Fisticuffs in black belt’s 3rd degree forms, here & on the other side where skills are needed, Love’s fight.
Yes men and the No women cooperate to fix the evolutionary discord, extinction any second, it’s yours
Not a whole family or the whole population of planet Earth, just the original air breather oxygen whirs
Mix in nitrogen & hydrogen and carbon dioxide 9-5 and there you have it, Life as we know it, here, now
Minute you get to the other side, you find the crossroad to pick your last pick, right down in hell below.
Junk you got in your trunk ain’t comin’ out until the master pops the top, then we’re gone, Be long gone
Pitter patter of your heart knows this is the Truth, blind faith in your leaders gets you a pauper grave, son
Visions in black & white until the color fleshed out the wounds of being the fallen angels of the black sun
It’s an actual Black Hole, invisible & you’ve fallen i but you can’t quit until you pay back the debt’s loan.
Full of your Self, are you kiddin’ me? That’s the lesson to be learned, survival of the most fit, dead, gone
Nobody, nothing, not an animal or an amoeba or anything on this food chain of the Divine, invisible bone
Came in orgasm, dropped the pedal & animated the invisible to form a thing long gone, artifacts of God’s
Maybe there’s more than One but it’s an accident, the mind got blown into a Singularity, no Earth floods.
There you go, here and now, yesterday and tomorrow, in a nutshell, you came & you’re gonna go fast too
Breathing one day and corpus dillecti the next night, stickin’ needles in & out, suckin’ out your juice goo
Spirit of hoping you can indulge in the uncivilized lie of the Ether, of empty Space’s middle of a fixed 9-5
Draw that last gasp, keep in mind that you can’t hold yo’ breath, drop the top & feel the breeze, Be alive.
If and when you get either above the fray or below the six feet of dirt that no bones can escape, it’s true
Earth is the dirt, leftover remains of the star we call the Sun, when you realize this then you’ll all be blue
More than all musical riffs from the Blues men & Blues women who played us for pay, like a queen’s fool
That’s the king, a prince of the paupers, mothered and fathered before the dawn of the day, God’s cool.
Devil is ‘Lived’ spelled backward, realize the meaning of that and you’re on the way to your final ending
Fear no humans who threaten to kill your body, they can’t terminate Soul if you have one, mind bending
It’s a struggle of every single living cell in this genome to remain above the underground, overblown TNT
Dynamite mix to re-ignite the dying cinders, leftover by your deadbeat dads & welfare moms of the Free.
You got to the by-and-by without a map to get from the dot you occupy to the dot you don’t occupy yet
Growing form from nothing to something in a New York moment in Time, Philly or Big Apple love, I bet
Historical dreams turn into reality and then fade away to be forgotten in the Void, where you’re all from
Opened closure to this saga, a baby cries, gets old & still weeps like a baby, nowhere, God, Man’s dumb!
If you get lucky, maybe you’ll become a father & mother of future dead-beat dads & single mother fads
Welfare will pay because the society pays for the foul events occurring from a civilized world of savages
Prisons work, jails all rejected humanity, isolated DNA to prevent further replication of the idiot savants
Holy names of people, elevated or devolved, evidence destroyed, this is actually the planet of big ants.
Crawling, slithering, crawling, scooting, sky walking, running to the gliders & jets for takeoff to the stars
As if you could ever get away from the grave you’ll be in to isolate the stench of your leftover food fares
Period of your blood flow, with or without the moonshine, down by the riverbed, we’ve copulated here
Fake wisdom, ain’t no hereafter, all because of society’s glut, Man’s stench gets one hungry grizzly bear.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, Freezember XIVth MMXXIII
Anno Domini at 711 AMPST
{ Killed the Life, murdered the alewife, if there’s Hades below, y’all gonna go, drafted while listenin’ to @Curtis_Mayfield #IfTheresAHellBelowWereAllGonnaGo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xbRwRa2ZDfU }
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