Serious or Jest

Lyrics

Intro (Spoken)
Serious—or jest?

Verse 1 (Spoken, driving)
That's right, super tight, tonight take flight.
A little overbite, but not more than I can chew—rude,
Crude attitude, fat-and-nude intrudin'.
Booty gets me started, then my body's movin'.
Mind groovin', heart's provin', beats smoothin'.
If I'm losin' or gainin', I'm choosin'.
My turn to be learnin', I'm cruisin'.

Pre-Turn
Blood burnin', belly churnin',
Yearnin' for the life returnin'.

Verse 2 (Spoken)
Before you find me in a casket or an urn, I'm earnin'.
Whose face you see right there in the mirror?
I disappear, then reappear—
Like I was never here.

Bridge (Pause-heavy)
Never more.
Never less.

Verse 3 (Spoken)
Always be free from stress—
It's still my best guess.
Angels and demons in my chest,
All the rest.

Hook (Chanted, late entry)
Make a mess.
Make a mess.
Would it really even matter if I
Make a mess?

Outro (Spoken)
So tell me—
Is life serious…
Or jest?

Interpretation

Vitality versus mortality framed as play. The poem rides bodily activation—movement, arousal, appetite, risk—against the ticking awareness of death. Identity flickers (mirror / disappear / reappear), suggesting impermanence. Mess-making becomes a philosophy: learning through motion rather than control. The closing question holds tension without resolving it—life as earnest struggle or cosmic joke. Emotional vector: kinetic joy → existential heat → self-recognition → open inquiry.