Strung Over
I’m just an Ain’t Broken watchman,
speaking truth until I’m Ungrateful Dead,
with a Rorschach sackcloth over my head
Dangerously living the Master plan
Beware!! Don’t eat the poisonous strange fruit hanging ...
the beaten pulp will intoxicate
Fill a heart with drunken hate
Dr. Manhattan remedy ain’t Strangelove cure changing
Joker card rope trumped the ace Spade,
see the Comedian laugh at the strung over pain
Got the birds of prey condor singing in the rain:
Heard that’s how a mob man got made
Time, it’s a ticking bomb to Apocalypse Now,
but the Silk Spectre don’t black widow veil care
Listen to the Nite Owl a-hooting in the nuke air,
as the swaying blood harvest is not cut down
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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