WITHOUT H2O, GRANDE, VENTI!
No straws because a straw was stuck in your nose and your tortoise was poster red dirt
Staged and pretended to be the reality of the universal empire of love’s transitory hold
Naked apes as they are, clothed, robed, covered up hairless skin, avoidin’ freezin’ cold
Waitin’ for the burn of the sun to be tamed by the shelter of trees and bush in a desert.
Now dig this, I ain’t the one you thought I was the moment you saw and felt me, not at all
My 208 bones roam the prairie and ocean coasts up to the top of the volcanoes of St. Helen
The ash that fell to the Earth replenished the dreams of the ocean for the rocks of this roll
Around and around like it’s nobody’s business but it’s yours and it’s mine, over to you again.
People who were conceived and born that appear here and now for a s moment’s Time-Fate
Have absolutely no control over the direction of their own personal genome, it’s matrix Vast
Empty Void and everything of substance that made the first weapons for defense and a mate
Without mates, the species fails it’s evolutionary thrust to adapt to the future before it is past.
So, there’s plastic made from the oil fields in the Earth and the plastic is not #Recyclable, duh
You can’t make the plastic straws disappear, they are in piles waitin’ to be zapped by God, uh
Wait until you want to suck your liquid without touchin’ the plastic and porcelain to my tea
No ma and pa left to put me back in my place which BTW is anywhere at all I ever wanna be.
Subtract the volume of the Earth’s mixture of H2O, polluted, salt or fresh, liquidated totally
The form of our poor planet’s not the beautiful squashed, blue marble look-a-like you hillbilly
Play the banjo, blow the pipes full of your hot air-wind, beat the skins until the cows unmilk
Music is the piccolo and flute of the leaders of the pack, the runners of the run, hot black silk.
If you never get to read about it you’ll never know what will certainly stalk you, it’s funny fun
In the olden days, days of Old, the so distant past, things would soon be all done, atom to One
From being too late for a starlit exit door, I can recall, MY SON, it Is the Sun, it’s yo’ #Daddy!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday February 17, 2019 A.D. @ 7:07 AM PST
{ drafted in utero of the #Void like #CasperTheFriendlyGhost, listenin’ to #EveryMothersSon Lynyrd Skynyrd & a mixed bag of #Rocks on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q6Mgz1UX6DU }
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