I saw Satan fall, vicarious and all, y'know
the storyteller, said
lend me your ears
should you chose to lend to a king on a verbal agreement that
the king repay the loan on demand
"ask and ye shall receive"
but you,
got nada t' lend,
best intendere covers only one bubble,
my ownliest one.
--- here, watch, see reality stretch
--- intendere stretch
--- seventh inning, whose at bat , but you,
ad lib ad hoc you are Casey...
and there, the story ended, I told it, oh so well
born in the po' house, had a cowbell for a toy,
sing me some ain't got no money blues
If i reckon I need money fo' me some ol' new shoes
if I reckon I need money I be be be leaven one set o' footprints
in yo' sand.
come turn that backgound buzz down low,
fall wit' me t'see the show
I saw Satan fall, vicarious and all, y'know,
like lightening black,
after flash,
in a movie, HD, 3 inches from my left eye,
my right eye never saw.
old time ******* could not imagine
the level of segregation
at the corpus colostrum epi-phun-junction
that can be employed to prevent the left
hand from being judged by the right,
for lack of knowing. Eh? Who imagined ignorance
was less bliss than this
peace past standing under all the liefy remnants
from trys
past trys, some same as now,
some how
better
with you aware of you being so valuable,
one part in eight billion, pure you, like,
tried, in the finer's fire,
seven times - in ever
there has never been
a snowflake more unique than you.
(snowflake recrudesence, there's a rub)
Tell me why would you imagine meaning
hidden in snowflake, the word?
is there a nibbler from society a-tempting you?
Come and see. Does that tempt you?
Sunday sounds in the back ground. The hermit tunes into ******* and witnesses the moment the tiny white butterfly chimed in,
