What’s That Smell?
My son and I often play this game, it’s called, “I Smell Something, But It Aint Me”,
He often initiates it, but knows if anyone else tried that, I’d set them free.
Every now and then he gets carried away,
And found out the hard way, certain things, don’t say.
He was signifying on me and let it slip, mother…
Didn’t get a chance to finish it, when he woke up in the hospital, first one he saw, wasn’t his mother, sister or brother.
It was me and I explained to him, I’m here to help you find,
And I played back the scene (I’m God, I can do that) because it appears, you’ve done lost your mind.
With his head and face wired shut, to include his mouth,
Being fed intravenously and monitored, around the clock.
The only way to communicate was telepathic, and he screamed “It Was Just A Joke”,
Alright, if you say so, but I really believe it was another thing, maybe something you smoked.
After him pleading with me 18 hours or so, “Sha-zam”, I brought him back, he was good as new,
And just like the gym-shoe creeper that he is, he had a grind to chew.
First thing out his mouth was, “dude, you know damn well I was just Play-N”,
Immediately my reply was, “You’re Still Alive, so was I. Just Say-N”.
He gave me one of them Mini-Me looks,
And I told him to calm down, or his goose, I’m gonna cook.
He looked at me glaringly and said, “okay, whatever”,
Because he knows, he and I will continue to be playing games, “FOREVER'“.
So planet earth, Mini-Me and I have been playing these games since before time,
This is my “LAST WARNING”, because it appears too many peeps continue to lose their minds.
That’s okay, my son has been cut loose and he’s on his way,
He has a lot of work to do, but to him it’s all part of the play.
I’m the producer, director, choreographer and writer for everyone of the world,
Past, present and future: you’re all actors on my stage, it’s time to twirl.
My question to you peeps of the U.S., “What’s That Smell?”,
For some unknown reason it’s contaminating the entire planet, but for so many, it’s just swell.
There is among you, a terrible funk,
And it’s similar to the smell of a skunk.
My son and I are on a mission to depopulate,
Because, worldwide it’s putting the planet into a tremendously unstable state.
I’ll give you a hint,
Supposedly it’s human, but 24 hours a day, it’s always “hell-bent”.
He has to his name, a stolen 2016 U.S. Presidential election and currently 91 (at last count) felony charges among other things,
And for reasons unknown, he is still provided cover: so many of you continue to embolden his “felonious ring”.
Immediately when this blog posts, things are going to start happening to so many of you peeps,
Some of you might even be put to sleep.
Only the “worst of the worst” will be in my initial selection,
Time for me to step in, to cure the infestation.
I’ve asked my son if he had anything to say,
He said, “no dad, I like the way you play”.
First stop, the U.S.,
Then, to continue on with the rest.
My son decided he wants to close,
Okay Mini-Me, don’t get carried away. I don’t want to have to wash you down with a hose.
Okay you motherfuckers, my dad and I are on our way,
We’re about to show you all, how we play.
Out to claim a lot of souls,
This is how we, “Rock and Roll”.
Okay, you heard what my son said,
Hopefully no one has misinterpreted what was read.
It’s already begun and won’t be stopped,
Until you naughty children sit down and drop,
All of your shenanigans that’s going on around,
Prepare for our arrival to your town.
Your Father
God
Featuring as himself: Mini-Me