IT IS WHAT IT IS & IT AIN'T WHAT IT AIN'T - #EyeAintTrippin

WHO WOULD HAVE KNOWN

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 3, 2018

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It’s my Chicago cap that rules the day in my world, didn’t have to catch a pitch or hit hard ball

Got it for a gift from my brother or my sister, sent it overnight service up the FedEx air ramps

I smoked my last cigarette in the dugout with #14 when I was sixteen, in the Colt’s league foal

Magical all stars moved in and out of a dream at an All Star game, where we beat the chumps.

Pardoned by the President and the Pope for the sins of hitting ten homeruns in one ballgame

Small bears moved around the diamond, steppin’ on bags around the horn, on the way home

The score tied or lopsided to one side or the other, maybe even a blowout without any blame

A pitching gem of a no hitting shutout game, perfect except for a batter hit in the bald dome.

Bottom of the seventh for a stretch when the leading run is on first, cleanup hitter, bags load

Fast ball down the pipe embeds it’s cork n’ skin stitchin’ into the Wilson’ wood, slam, explode

A homer or an ancient, elder male or female, soul food of the creator of two gonads’ monads

Peanuts, seeds, nuts to go in or along with the fruit, all grown for the Paradise sinner fads.

Amounting to little or nothing at all when it finally comes down to it, be a king’s fresh squirts

Into a queen who doesn’t mind a labor of love for jokers and thieves who love to be perverts

Parameters of the diameters and radii become the thing in the space, it’s dimensional blow

A Chicago Bear hungry for another Lombardi Trophy but a Cub can’t wait for #CommishTro.

Winning is everything and it’s the only thing worth while, losers lose the game, the race’s sin

Pummeled by the competition, the loser crawls back to the ranks of the homeless human race

Where the singles and hordes live to die without ever caring why, a non sequitur apostrophe

Superstitious glyphs on a dirt wall signals no free choice, all things are just to be or not to be.

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 3, 2018 Friday @ 11:11 PM PST

{ written while listenin’ to a cornucopia of rockin’ stream like Marvin Gaye & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/H-kA3UtBj4M }

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