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Jurassic

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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