NOT SO FUNNY, HUH? #RickRoll
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 28, 2018
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You and I got to the party after it had already started but nobody was rockin’ the floor
So, the happy ones began spreading the joy around to all brothers and sisters who roar
Star above and below the Mason-Dixon lines, pointlessness, despair from the top’s tip
All the way down to the foundation of Being itself, the matrix unfolds the mystery clip.
Business and pleasure mixed together in one lump sum of things themselves, less or more
Then, as if it’s right now, ending battles with robots and idiots, all too inhumane to the core
Mental and physical ability inherited from the acid, created, evolved, mutated, fortunate son
Who cares about everything? God, that’s the concept of this world, game! How fun? Funny!
Bad brakes can’t stop the momentum of the load, the mass that animates the bones’ marrow
Perfunctory poetry and accident of the genome’s conception and adaption to evolve, be slow
Faster than a speeding bullet and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, just too human
To be or not to be in the middle of the mix, yesterday, today and tomorrow, love in a tin can.
Flyin’ in a circle around in space, revolving, orbiting, wobbling ad infinitum, puttin’, takin’
Until the last gasp and gulp of the gas that made water famous, oxygen and hydrogen ballin’
On and off of the court, to score is to win, to shut out the opponent, to create a long lost loser
One who was winning everything has destroyed all semblance of happiness , middle of Nye.
Thinking gets you so far and then you must leap ahead, blind faith’s bloody, fuschia comin’
Blood! You’re the alpha and omega of whatever you are, alive because Eve bawled my demon
For the bread and water to stay alive in the wind, the rain, the freezing cold and snow of sin
Disobey the master of my behavior, my moral and ethical self, an invisible blue moon’s son.
All of the people, we the people, those people who formed a perfect union of cosmic raindust
From a one cell acid malfunction, mutation and random recombination of macrophage rust
Performance on the track, runnin’ counter clockwise to Time’s elipse in black Space’s quarks
First Cause of God’s Void, original con-game, holy oragasmic cave monkeys, dreamers’ kids.
I got a line on you baby, it’s straight and narrow like the path I tread from dusk until dawn
This will go right to your head and you will become the thinker that I never could be, a pawn
One move at a time, one space or more, diagonal or straight up-down the sixty-four squares
Until the end of the game when check or a checkmate put the #RickRoll on the beaten, losers!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER 28, 2018 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #Boss Bruce Springsteen Gillette Stadium Foxboro, MA. 09/14/2016 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/r42oGK-8lDY?t=1}
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