Sugar get ready, get set, stop it

Babies and an American flag makin' the monkeys' spins
Poor and innocent, wealthy and guilty united in altered states
From colonies of thirteen to territories of north american fates
Powered by space junk fallen to Earth seeking dreams and sins.

Go mommy and go daddy, get outta here you crazy nut case
Love is required to procreate or maybe it's just a simple lust phase
To excite the bored ones to make more of the nucleic acid bundles
Smiles, looks and smells, feelings of excited DNA in the grundles.

Small business and corporate dreams caused this presence
Long after the fornication of hunters and gatherers nonsense
From the moment we awaken, death stalks our transitory breath
Seeking to end the presence of the one who moves this Earth.

When we die we'll see the nature of the Truth, we'll comprehend
Why the world had to rock and spin, had to roll around a hot dot
What happened to forms who've been eaten, buried and burned?
One conscious, spirit, soul, mind of God's transitory empty lot.

by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
c. Friday 13th of March, 2015 @ 9:11 AM
( written while listenin' to Bobby Womack youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tn9hpgXaWAg?list=RDtn9hpgXaWAg )