The Last Boy Scout
Here he comes and he’s a runnin’,
Playtime is over, no more fun-N.
Time for you to use what’s been learned in scout school,
It’s not over, til it’s over, don’t play the fool.
Alvin Mann is coming for you all,
Everyone (that’s you planet earth) prepare for your name to be called.
All are called, but few are chosen, too bad,
The only reason is, they’ve decided God is not for them, so sad.
My son has been alone (besides having me to keep him in check) for too long,
I’ve decided he needs to hear wedding bells, Rose (that’s his daughter) will sing the songs.
He really doesn’t want to go through with it, saying, “shotgun weddings not for me”,
Quickly changing his mind, when discovering the only alternative is to be set free.
You heard me the second time,
My son not playing with a full deck, but, so far, he hasn’t completely lost his mind.
I told him he’d better get used to the idea of having around all the time, as he calls it, “a ball and chain”,
She’ll keep him warm in the winter, summer, fall, spring and even in the rain.
He knows better than to ask me why I’m doing this; he already knows,
I’m God and can do as I want, when I want, to whomever I want, whenever I please, and that’s how I flow.
Mini-Me, and you can all ask him, knows, in this instance, he’d better do what I say,
This is not a request; he knows it, with me, he’d better not play.
So, Mini-Me, “want to know why I’m really doing it”, and he says no,
Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. Because I can, that’s the main reason, and that’s how I roll.
Here he is writing words that are not his own,
Because disobeying me, he knows, will send him home.
But before that would happen, he’d go through an enormous amount of pain,
I’m God and he’s not, that’s the way I operate. No pain, no gain.
My son and I have been through this, so many times, he doesn’t count anymore,
He’s come through those heavenly gates, numerous times before.
My son is, the best of the best,
Leave him alone or you’ll be going home to rest.
You’ll be going downstairs, of course. Why else would you want to go, with him “toe to toe”,
Keep away and stay in your own lane, and just so you know,
Alvin Mann is more than willing to take out whomever stands in his way,
You all (that’s planet earth) know how to find him, he’s in plain view. Come on out, if you want to play.
My son is the first and the last, the beginning and the end,
The entire planet is coming home. When this blog is posted, the countdown begins.
My son is a fisherman and he collects souls,
He’s caught many who are up here with me, before they arrived, he made them whole.
Make a wish,
My son is coming to fish.
Alvin Mann is
The Last Boy Scout
Your Father
God
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