#ViciousTricycle #JackOfAllTrades & #MasterOfNone #GettinOver #AnywayWeCan #NoBackStabbin

XOXOXOXOXOXO

I AIN’T KIDDIN’, IT’S WORM SPERM

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, April 17, 2019

-----------------

It took a few years to figure out the Truth about Everything but now I cannot forget about it

Nothing in the stars up there, out there where you look when the Earth spins around in a fit

Pouring your DNA all over the fruit hanging low on the vines of parasites who have no point

Be foolish, ego-lick, run the dozens and have good time in a space you find to smoke a joint.

Burnin’ leaves to change the reality right in front of your eyes, all you hear, smell and taste

Leaves you numb and without any feeling at all, cold and without the blood flow, a lame duck

A mind of unwavering hope to be immortal and never to extinguish the light of God’s haste

Whether many or just One almighty being before our mothers-fathers mated, who GAFF?

In any case, offenses are intended by the wise and crafty who will always win God’s context

It’s not my fault that I have the tools you wish you had but couldn’t handle French pretext

That you would have to live with the germs, the bacteria and you are literally a mere virus

Peaking at the top of the attic below the cathedral roof, a hunchback in 3D for the minions.

Spy? Back to an original sin of tattle-tailing, I’m tellin’ your mama, she’ll tell your fake father

On Holy Week, not Good Monday or Tuesday or even an Advent of Lent’s deep purple feather

Having a heart is not necessary for life to exist on Earth, not here and now now or evermore

Stick a pin in it, the Eagle’s still in flight amongst the golden eggs, azure sky, Zeus’ quasi-ore.

He-men and She-men, She-women and He-women, moving along on the matrix, fertility so?

Doctor orders the genome from the host, doctor is the genome, the donor, dad of hundreds

All look the same, not like the olden days when your friend or brother did the deed also, oh

My God, this is your dream, it’s a nightmare, your child is not your child, it’s the Cisco Kid’s.

Everybody looks like the same ancestor, that guy in the oldest photo you have is NOT the one

Who brought us all down this path of unknown origin and a surprise final ending, lips agape

Do not remind me that my friends and relatives have died, their bones are scorched, god toys

Give me back my bullets now, the logic insults the dumb-asses who listen to the cosmic noise.

by

r j j stephan, i - THE header is Spyguysandgals Spyvsspy #SpyVsSpy #PlasticProps -

c. April 17, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to the #MightyDuo Armstrong & Getty on the One megawatt #Flamethrower Talk 650 KSTE #HideYourProtection }

W.W.A.R.D.?