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HISTORY OF THE BELT, FEAR DADS
Suddenly with the blind faith of the followers, good riddance to the leaders’ deep state herd
Punks now in charge of the rules and regulations for the Many who can’t live, a mere nerd
It’s the nature of the beast where you blow up the house and the house loves you for a scowl
They want an encore and another until after midnight, when the coyotes and wolves prowl.
Switched the buttons to the way of the warrior not the fearful of knots that kill the robots
Check the pulse and there ain’t one, no beat of any heart that’s not there, no machine slots
At the junction where the dependents ask the leader for more because they’re starving now
Fasting anything for breakfast, lunch or dinner, a fat cat fantasy, found grace in a holy cow.
Leftover barbecue and food for thought remains from the philosophy of the bleached blonds
And the salted beard intelligentsia fresh out of Oxford and Harvard, consciousness in bonds
Not knowing that you and I are the only things that matter in the universe, we slight our self
That’s a learned behavior and here’s an amendment to the Rights, grown from a cell to en elf.
A gangster lean to the darker side where the orphans roamed, miserable, Evils ways’ ablatives
It’s all upside down and backwards so that you don’t realize that the Truth is about god booze
A thing itself, dead and gone, reflected in mirrors, dark seeds of smokey fire, dry ice’s knives
Stabbed and slashed at the end of the dream, goddess and god, greed of my blackened blues.
Traced packages of things themselves until they disappeared off of the electronic grid of gods
Permutation of the DNA in holistic, holy holes dug by hand-held hoes that dig this gig, bloods
Listen up now, be careful what you desire, since it’s your mojo, it appears ugly, like, you dig?
White lightening or black magical chanting, all ways lead to the final step up or down Matter
Energy, first and last time you and I can recollect all of the stumbling and falling down here
Skinned the elbows and knees, antisepticized from the grease and grime of the gin and beer
All over the liquid dreams, magic spells on barroom floors, over and out, captain-chief-father.
I said it before, I’ll say it again, don’t forget, remember yourself, factoid now that God is free
You should have pumped it up the first time you heard it ‘cause now when I repeat the scree
All of the magic spells cast will be shattered and dogma will have consumed naked truth blow
Company bones to show, stalkin’ pure red blood in a puddle of blue blood, OMG, E I E I oh!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, January 13, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #WhiteNoise inside the cranial vacuum within and listenin’ to the The Stylistics #IWillLoveYouAlways & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/oS9wuhLpwOQ }
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