james brown was a rocker of alleged great renown
he would get it on up and he would get it on down
he used to claim he was a sex machine and did a lot of boffing
but now his mojo's got rusty and he's rotting in his coffin

be no disbeliever
disbeliever

I never ever want to believe
disbelievers
what
I had died for 10 minutes
then survived my heart beat revived
of its own

Believe me
you all must apply your mind
A foolish guy told my mom
at 13 I would or should die

a few years on
he passed away
now till 80
I still have my way

Nothing Beyond Beyond
I still say
you all did not read
at least now you may
Corona passes our way
every day

(inspired by Beethoven’s Appassionata Piano Sonata)
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Should I write down a song of fervent love,
Perhaps consult some dusty catalog
With names of those whom I had held above
The merits of a banter’s dialogue?
The one, who one day entered my domain,
Was sudden spring in pure sonata form;
My virtuoso she would then remain
To play our souls’ Appassionata storm.
When perfect love ennobles mind and heart,

You bend words to bid your will
You are the 'punstar', you own the stage.
When you speak it shakes the heavens
The host of the ocean and sea feel your vibe.

The minstrel of cunning arts and con
Like a seamstress with the thread,
Like a puppeteer with the ropes
You have mastered the science of slander.

Truth is a lie told repeatedly
Your beauty is the truest deception;
You have the scepter between your legs,
Your sullen eyes are the abyss in which kings fall.