GOT NO MEDAL, SHOWDOWNIN’ 68
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Send the young people into a battle which they had nothing to do with starting or The Ending
Old people, old men, old humans who own and save everything made of golden-oil god thing
Foreign and domestic, the humans who OWN the most marbles are WINNING, lost all of It
Nobody was watchin’ the means of wealth and the wealth of the nation was just a short skirt!
First of All, One has no appearance in any form since it’s the essence of a cosmic, dusty hole
Essence as deduced in an argument for philosophical truth, is merely substance, atomic pole
Of the vermin and the human there is no other than God in charge of them all, mouths agape
Giving and taking in a dice game of chance rolls hard down a two dimension plane, 1 curved.
As a child becomes human from their teachers’ lessons on morality and guilt for living a day
All responsibility for the actions of the #PurpleHearts #SemperFi ‘til we die, where’s my AF?
Can’t hear no roar of engines because you see them first and then you see them leave the left
Maybe it’s a warning of fortune, being in the right place at the right time, la bamba’s away!
For the sake of never being in country, for the sake of the volunteers at the domestic defense
In foreign lands away from the US of A, they all want to be here and steal our common sense
To be or not to be, here and now in the history of man and woman called humanity’s BB bunt
If you do not watch and guard your liberty with every fiber of your being, the pack will hunt!
Honor to save the lives of strangers, recognized by the vision of Zen token, randomly overdue
Imagine a conscious experience of my hat being off, a salute to the honor to have served y’all
Not for any small reason I left the Second City, there’s nothing but crime, I’m a pawn, a peon
Post-interlude with my cousin, Joe the Flash and his counseling as a CPD champion, I won!
Vets Admin of the #GIBill got the wherewithal in front of my face, to begin my family of four
Turned out the infidels win the days and nights regardless of the coded, fake promises of #Ur
As the Truth displayed itself, the Void expands it’s influence and spreads among mod squads
Space and Time and the entire dimensional matrix is afoul with decadence of noMatter-gods.
Naked poet now, just like the day I was born sixty-eight years ago, August 27, 1951, I see, Ma
I felt like singin’ the day you bore me in pain’s suffering, once you healed, pa worked it again!
Fear and loathing of you and I because we want to live free and inherit mighty Father, Papa
Who is It that They are anyway? Our cousins-relatives or a clone gang of fatherless children?
Medal of Honor for the corner drugstores that keep the human genome medicated, fool moot
Better to be silent to avoid elimination as an obstruction to keeping the Occult a secret flute
Played in the ears and heads of only a chosen, hand selected few, picked without a viral Bam
Crash, goin’ down, never gonna crash & burn into ashes, it’s what substance is, all what I Am.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. August 27th, 2019 A.D. #HBD to me, just gratitude to my Ma & Pa for this superb trip ‘bout these gods’ Voidness, we call #LifeOnEarth, eh? Listenin’ to the #RedneckLoveSong on youTube, Morganwallen on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Dhmvh_cZRS0 }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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