Testimony I bear witness to the power of ignorance The will to power on the lights And what should to my pedaling pedicure appear A fork in the road, an errant ventricular fear we’ve all learned the hard way to not trust just our sight We must walk in the light every night and day Walk in the light Learn to flip the switch Start quaking at the sight There is no glowing without the needed added glitch of even having any choice but to walk in the light Prayer We are devout disciples of luminosity We stand before thee if only for the grace of reciprocity To the illumination of our dark souls We bathe in light to worship you at the golden hour where day touches the night Walk into the light Forever Stay in the light And Never Turn it off Never turn it off (On is good, Off is bad) We are slaves to our senses beyond what you’d think we might Be from knowing that light is showing Though the politician tells me it is fight or flight I am steadfast in my devotion To be specific I’m a Pacific Ocean of adherence to the ordained mission to democratize we, me and you and them and they and then we got on with just being friends. Like as if this wasn’t the fucking end of us all at the whims of a Spam Risk Spartacus Hittin On Nothing Y’all Is Lovlies Y’all is lovelies as a southern sunset Over watermelon patches criss cross chandeliers Across this marshy swampland from the valley of tears In the mountain of whoa From the world of hurt A labyrinth of all my worst fears They call me doctor Dr. Morose Reprise But really no really y’all are more than all right In fact you’re doing good pretty outta site if I’d say But nobody asks me nobody speaks to me nobody gives a rats ass what happens to me So why should I care about some morose doctor? Tell me why does it matter? Can anybody answer? Intermezzo “I’m in the old gritty grind of Oklahoma and Arkansas sloggin it out like an old lion fighting for his territory” I wrote to my friend in Philly. He’d sent me a vid of his bald dome being molested by Phillie Phanatic. C’est La Vie “Hang in there” he wished me It’s all very Shakespearean, I explained A reason for want is a set up for shame to do the bidding for lust, money or fame. It’s almost not worth it but for the high tolerance for pain. Enough humiliation to destroy even the most grounded of souls The treason of the trusted The triumph of trolls So it goes on since time began The reason for justice is what does justice in In the end Friends are no longer friends C’est La Vie that’s rock n roll Sweet devastation have mercy on my soul C’est La Vie that’s rock n roll C’est La Vie Mon Cheri if it’s true what they are saying There’s no point to these plans or the dreams we are making To go forth this way would be only to say we are selfish We’ve taken an oath to our loss of hope And I think I’ll have the shelf fixed Choice We’ve got to stop having such difficult conversations when we are supposedly trying to just relax It’s hard to sit here discussing never ending little details that we could just as easily address after the fact But facts are what facts are Like we can agree on what’s a car But when it comes to dominoes we gonna get in a tussle We can agree to disagree on so called gentlemen’s bets But someone’s always gotta feel hustled When that ain’t the case It's just for fun No reason to get worked up No reason to come undone Bring the cannoli Leave the gun That ain’t the case It’s just for fun Moral Aye the cycles of time and spaces, crowds and places, names to faces is sometimes harder with the passings until finally it’s just another legend You shoulda been there I’ll never forget The time that was spent the sweat that was swept under the rug When drugs were cheaper than hugs I was a wheel and lug nut short of getting my rig turned back around then shit got real on our asses At the end of our ropes Out of appeals Eating fried chicken in a Thunderstorm that’s how it feels lightning strikes grease runs down my arms
As my Grand would say “Flip the glim”
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