BULGER’S TONGUE, SAYS NO MORE
Pour the warm water over the cold and dead head, recollecting ice cream cones and hot rods
You are a free rocking bone sack and that’s the way it has to be, devolved from invisible gods
Nothin’ controversial in your bone dome, synapses’ bobbers up n’ down, pounded brain-dead
Ignition of the gas and inflaming the deep pond of idiots, morons and terrorists, all offended.
Your mother and father left you out in the cold before or after their deaths, a poor baby alone
Joined the Union’s League of distinguished, naked boys swimming in a pool at a club of stone
Elder men of Chicago, New York, Miami, Seattle, L.A., Natives extinction reserves of America
Let the females, sisters, daughters and wives be the mothers of natural birth, All is of my Ma.
Before my conception I did’t care, I was not alive, I did not exist as I will not when I’m dead
To the front of the past recollection, avoid the final conceptual analysis of matter’s of being
Why you are alive, what is this life all about, frontal lobe, a divine privilege to be punished
For the ancestral heritage of disobeying signals of One creator, a Being of and for Nothing.
Suicidal murder of the qualified living things we eat and excrete, that’s all in Man’s control
It’s the maniacal and brain dead you will fall so far down the rabbit hole, you’ll lose it all
Everything you experienced and all you can remember will be forgotten, just a N.Y. minute
Down south of the border, Eagles are squawking, line is drawn, spy Trojan Horse, Halts!
When the radio DJ’s want to defend the W hitey: United States of America v. James J. Bulger
They may all meet the identical fate of a #FrenchKiss with a dull shank, a pick stickin’ razor
It’s not for me to say or know the reasons why people fear threatening attorneys-at-outlaw
Evolution of the primate into your daughter’s date gives an unnatural selection of God’s flaw.
Question everything, have blind faith in nothing humanoid, lust for solace and be super slick
With the fifty emails a day to clog up your inbox, I will increase that too, I don’t give a lick
It will make you feel as if someone is listenin’ to your commanding requests, download Adam
Earthbound imagination here in my bloody battle’s war, blessed, gods’ all favor the damned.
You and Whitey and everyone else will swim with the fishes, land-sharks sent Whitey to hell
As you tweak the two lips of blasphemy and rat out your brothers, strokin’ your pants of dung
Key is to make connections, no need to swim with fish or be the fruit of nuts or tune of a song
Ancient scrolls of World Series’ bytes, tired records pitchin’ crazy screwballs, tongue is held!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOWVEMBER 1, 2018 AD @ 1:11 PM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to the The Rolling Stones #LetItBleed & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PwRg_Cqhs6U?list=RDPwRg_Cqhs6U }
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