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DON’T TURN ‘ROUND RIGHT NOW*
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, August 11, 2018
Whether y’all are comedians or just a slew of disgruntled sons of beaches doing 24 hour days
Seven day weeks, thirty day months, three sixty five for eighty or ninety Godly soul, laser rays
Yes, you were born to rock and rule the universe or at least the path you tread upon this Dirt
Where you can pretend to be A creator, don’t turn around, you’re “All Too Human,” get hurt?
OK, let’s put it in an #ElectricCompany and #SesameStreet mentality that you’ll comprehend
A long, long time ago, you did not exist here and now, now you get it right? You’re zip, zilch
Even if you don’t follow me up here, come on with me to the ultimate conclusion’s dead end
Morons and idiots are both in charge and being directed by their own ilk, warlock and witch.
Are you with me or against me? I really don’t mind because either way, I win, you’re bereft
You’re not being forced to read this (Your mama is!) but that ain’t workin’ the Feds in beds
Want some MTV awards or the Commies or Oscars to show their RIGHT, on a far side’s Left
Yoyos goin’ up and down, on strings of the current ways of ‘ear-ringed’ committee airheads.
Bringin’ it all back around to the First Cause of the whole shebang, we can’t remember Birth
First things first, we all want to survive the assaults on our presence here and now on Earth
We know if there’s life then there’s death but try not to dwell on that wild-eyed, all the Time
Crack in Space, gotta laugh or you’ll cry, smile, this can’t be an accident, my God’s Sublime!
I took a stand right up there at the top of a hill where you can’t get much higher above ground
Mighty, qualified mice ‘n men, create a notion of an emotion to lead with a #FakeNews #hoor
Philosophical spunk allowing natural beasts to inject their pre-existence into utero quicksand
Here’s the pass, One’s foot in front of another One, my dead footprints out of the EXIT door!
Extravaganza concert of the most awesome Rock and Roll ever to grace the planet’s surface
In Time and Space, at a distant place that is all right there inside your head, behind your face
Inside the skull bone, under the cranium, stoked electrical charges move unmoved movers
You’ll learn to forget about me after I’ve been gone, #falling in Time grows on you phuqerz!
by
r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is a ‘self-portrait’ taken with Nothing to show for the Void! }
c. August 11, 2018 Saturday @ 7:77 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Linkin Park #WhatIveDone & HITS on a youTube link that I can’t wash away @ https://youtu.be/8sgycukafqQ }
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