PHILADELPHIA OR CHICAGO,
JERSEY GIRLS DO ROCK US ROLLIN’ STONES
No looking back at all after today and not one more empty glass of Harvey Wallbangers’ up
Galliano, O.J. & the @OuterSpaceVodka bring you straight to the end of the galaxy’s top tip
Cream of the crop is the cream of the dream that never ends with death, immortally a Devil
Unless you choose no free choice, you will always have the free choice, to do good and evil.
Thinking that you have a relevance to the meaning of Life as we know, is a fool’s errand to me
Bloody good or bad, it is what it is, the word is made to be flesh & here and now it is, for free
Liberty and justice illusions of the innocent and weaker than they should be to survive all hell
Below or above us, pole to pole, around the equator meeting nowhere special in the deep pit.
Fissure only to the visual perception, without insight or eyesight at all, it’s all an accident of It
Moved the blown up Big Bang contents to make you here & now reading this & that in a skit
Nothing to worry about ‘cept dying with our eyes & mouths gaping wide open for big pharma
Lucky to have been here a moment, fortune to be on the list to reincarnate to even up karma.
I won’t lie because everything that I utter from the lips my parents granted me, it’s all so True
Shuffled off to Buffalo and jumped out Memphis to Tokyo & Australia, Egypt and jungle Peru
Found chit I wasn’t even looking for in the first place and with those clues to the ends, I’m In
With one or two folks always alive on Earth at any given time, who know the Truth is chokin’.
Priests first, baptism of the brain’s innocent mind, absorbed by the skull & crossbones below
Breaking waves changed my plan to surf the reef near the place nobody ever goes tide tow
Man and woman have tried & none have survived, it’s a mythological place only gods tempt
Immortal you must be or able to breathe with invisible fish gills, you drowned deep in debt.
Freedom being gaslit by the morons and idiots who want to be the pigs in the poke, no less
Needing to drag us all into the lair is their downfall, we’ll get bacon for years after the bless
Pork is good to go, bad to be without, need the bacon and sausage, it’ the pizza man, a scent
Tomatoes burnin’ flavor into the mushrooms, onion, peppers and garlic infusing the godsend.,
Earing gold and platinum rings around eight fingers, two thumbs and ten toes, is this for real?
Freedom and Justice for all, nobody gets out alive but if you got here, enjoy the ride, big deal
It’s an artful way to get the best outcome of a trade for goods and services, you dig, this is it
No kid on planet Earth wants to be knee high to any man, poor kids have no choice, little s#it.
Instant grief as soon as I get slapped by a hand, relative, friend or foe, it’s no thing, but I hit it
Right between the eyes, you won’t see it comin’, it’s nearly speed of sound animation bull chit
Movin’ with the rhythm and beat that absorbs the rhyme into the amalgamation of God’s sin
Loving to live life was not looked upon lightly by the all too human strugglers, they ain’t all in.
They needed & wanted a god to save them from the fake, pretend innocence, perpetual baby
Blood ran through the heart and mind but somehow the nurture failed to produce the Truth
Fancy clothes and tricky games to win or lose seem to be the thing of the species, a cult of I’s
To win & lose are the purposes for playin’ with or without rules, karma afoul, wisdom tooth.
Honey as magical as it tastes, comes out of the hive a little crazy, buzzin’ bees all over ol’ me
Days down the road, swelling and misery all gone, learned the hard way, stings of the honey
Died to meet you, on the way to the bar, a lady blew a red light, broadsided my 208-bone car
To the sky above and to the subterranean gaping hole within the Earth, it’s a burned-out star.
Bums used to be in the alley, now they’re atop of the concrete on Wall Street & waxing poetic
Groove like ones on vinyl records of the olden days, revolving 45 to 78 spins a minute, toc tic
Ready, get set & go, the grooves move it all from beginning to the end, without a scratch loop
That’s Life my friends, singin’ strangers never met, same chit different day, you got the scoop.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, May 11th MMXXV Anno
Domini at 444 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @StevieRayVaughan & #DoubleTrouble on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/p3z5tG85HIo }
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