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2/6/21

Since the Jurassic
Time continually passes
Animals and people smoking or eating different grasses
Staying active
Instead of remaining passive
The population now massive
I roll around solo or among the masses
Seeing it crystal clear, or it's fogging up my glasses
In a world full of harmless or fatal gases
Humans laying low or causing a racket
All these brackets
The fact is
They categorized everything even people by their wealth and status
Referring to the upper, middle and lower classes
Still this way today the same or different tactics
Feeling frantic
People quick to panic
Going manic
The outcome sometimes is beyond tragic
And graphic
Stop being so dramatic
I am not satanic
Doing things that are dynamic
You better understand this
I have nothing but respect for this planet
And the whole solar system, during daylight or pitch blackness
Still staying sharper than a cactus
Getting rusty or continuing to practice
I am versatile, despite being an addict
Still putting out classics
In a world full of havoc
I once had it
Because I was always being reprimanded
Very little I did stuck or landed
I've always been candid
Got it done with both or single handed
I know there are no free passes
Or extra chances
And that people still are happy to give others lashes
Causing emotional trauma or actual physical gashes
Following through on my passions
Making it happen
In a world caught up with money and fashion
A lot's only passion is where the cash is
They keep stackin' creating bigger stashes
Never wasting time, always going the fastest
Riding 'round with a Bassett or a Mastiff
No small plays only power moves that are gigantic
As they enter or leave their house the size of the Titanic
It'd do you well to understand it
Nothing set in stone or Granite
Don't get frustrated and say "Damnit!"
Might get banned quick
Or welcomed and granted
Using items built with or without a magnet
I saw the gamut
Through a peculiar facet
While I kept getting blasted
Partaking in the same old habits
You'd think I have on a straight jacket
Still I manage
If needed treat it and use a bandage
I've adapted
Taken stabs at it
Doing an occasional backflip
Sometimes using an apparatus
While below crimson skies or clouds that are stratus
Bodies of water in motion splashes
Upon the rocks and branches
Meanwhile fire burns and turns nearly everything into ashes
Here for a short or long time, and then you vanish
Remaining unfound or in a casket
What happens afterwards, is there some kind of transit?
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