Come all ye for creative writing, drunken porch monkey talk, sobriety talk, music, odd and weird historical shit. What have you. From high brow to low brow
If God is a DJ Then I'm a broken turntable Testament stuck in a notched groove If I could stick that needle in my arm
If the devil's the wind Then I'm smoke without fire Blasphemous sloth out of spite If I could get this fatwah off my head
If thine is the kingdom Then I'm faded glory Challenge (((Levi Strauss))) to a duel If I could rig mining cartels to explode
If Byzantium was the millennial reign Then demons run maritime law Might not be kosher to protestant parents If I'd need the assistance of saints
If I'm playing ball with the third shift nurse Paul Then I'll rhyme for that ex Soviet Well he prefers soccer and he don't like the Flyers If it fits, we're the state he escaped
If sugar and spice are why we have wars to fight Then I'm full of bloodlust on the moon Look at men without pussy, it's tragic yet funny If you're a groomed mouse with a complex and chip
If elephants and donkeys can find common ground Then this clinic would buckle and shake There's some shared perspective in our fake elections If we loosen our rhythm and rais(on)
Then there's the gift of free will If you know you can't know The incomprehensible mind of God Then you'll relax on verandas above porch monkeys and pandas It's that broken glass, dick dragging love
White knuckling Frozen in bed Like the deer and I's staring contest Last I drank in the woods Wires like vines grow over me Smell of onion or vinegar In the parts neglected Even a Marine bath Teeth fuzzy like moss Entropy - waiting for nature to reclaim me In the mysteries of her immortal processes
Days spent longing for darkness If this mattress could sail To the eternal comfort of Alaska
Waves of memories Some chaos some calm Flood my senses Piecing together What feels like parallel lives As the years catch up to me
Guess I always felt old Or wanted to be Still some youthful look Besides a few stray greys
The last of us born Before this Sci Fi world I couldn't wait for - Now it scares the hell out of me And what it holds for those who will inherit The things and things to come We take for granted each day
Why should jealousy, wrath and envy In this state hold me When I know I've already held myself back
I've snowballed into this situation Now to find a place to melt As I've said before I'll climb out of this mess As I always do
Smedley Ex Machina You may become my only offspring
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