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Hell Floats (Giving God a Kiss) – 0072

    Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear

    Hell Floats (Giving God a Kiss)

    I don’t give a fuck like my man, Joey Lott -
    sitting in his shed, man, I dig what he got.
    And then we got Rodriguez in his Goldblum ‘Fly’ glasses
    rolling in that sweet ride, spinning circles ‘round their asses.

    Now Prince got his peg-leg pants on,
    walking all the way down to that bank, son.
    And Sandy’s Peggin’ Sonia in unsinkable boats
    while King Tony’s cronies A/B test those waters
    to see what the hell floats.

    Gurus shilling gimmicks breeding mimics
    but the minutes that are ticking away on the countdown clock.
    Hurry up and order if you’re finally ready to rock.
    Sure, adrenalines a’pumping, blood's jumping through your veins
    but just wait
                        til it hits the back of your brain...

    	Are you high,
    		enlightened,
    			or insane?
    	Is there a difference?
    	Is it all the same?

    Gimme a fix that fixes me quick
    before I give it all up and open these wrists
    to the sky and ask ‘Why?’ and ‘Is this all there is?’

    Couldn’t I just get by by giving God a kiss?


    5-16-24

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