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LOVE IN LOVE WITH THE LOVE *
Come home for supper when your mother calls you next time, don’t make me blow ‘whistle’
OK dad, I said but missed the next whistle, got my arse whipped with a belt, like an imbecile
That hurt pops, I even did it to my own kids, now they’re big and bad men, like a holy wraith
There is no reason for the empty gaurantees that make you question Nothing at all, a Faith.
Believe your mamas and papas who exuded simple wisdom while alive to just wanna have fun
Nobody got out alive from your ancestry, you won’t either, you are in the herd yet you are one
Of a few and proud, brave and strong, survival genes are demigod-like yet, can end with a gun
Crunching The Incredible Hulk and holy Thor together for an extinction battle, epiphany run.
Take a little mental trip to imagine the world in front of your eyes, fading to black, see aVoid
Where there’s no light, no thought, no people, no pets, no theoretical philosophy in nutshells
You will have something to point to, your invisible self that is as unbelievable as UFO hehls
Without anywhere else to go but you must continue on without being confused by an opioid.
Keep the sheeple unconsciously following the conscience of the nation, keep dreaming, sure
About the future you may or may not ever have, Life changes everything present to yo’ future
Someday a look back and a word with anybody that cares will no doubt allow you holy spam
To be or not to be was never the question at all, it’was, “Why the phuyqt’d the Big Bang bam?
You get a privelege to live and die in the middle of Liberty and Prosperity, all germs, inane
Leverage that they can’t all have what we have, innoculated viral bullits, bacteria infections
In your wildest drams you could never imagine the end of everything, you would go insane
Correspnding to the wisdom of experience and blind fortune, ignorance, doom, extinction.
Big boys make Sloppy Joes go down an empty hatch, a black, holy one, two, three, s’all good
Unrequited delight of the unknown, it always comes and goes without notice, all in the mood
We move in and out and sometimes take it for granted, BBQ wisdom just sacrafice of a ram
‘Others’ present, even superheroes don’t know that if you spell it backward, Live is Evil, Dam!
by
r j j stephan, i { inspired by #BigAl 2 holy guys in the sky! }
c. ROCKTOBER 22, 2018 AD @ 7:11 AM PST { *header is my #Muse incognito for the day }
{ DRAFTED while in audio-synchronicity with Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE OR iHeartRadio 0600-1000 AM PST M-F ....now to Tom Jones (singer) link @ https://youtu.be/ReL9dmYD53A }
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