PEACE BEHIND BARS, UPCOUNTRY!
You and me baby, stick with me, I’ll take ya right up there to the tip-top of a smokin’ heap
You know I’m a great guy and you’re a unique girl who wants to be the POTUS’ bee-sting
Or maybe, if the Time in Space is Right, well, maybe really Left, then history will do, creep
Out of the shadows, where the queen will be in charge of America, once again, no f’n king.
Well, anyway, nobody’s perfect but I know what perfection is and I know that I’m only a man
Only one and the same zygote I was at conception, thanks ma and pa for the holy, royal scam
In the whirl of myriads of swirls, hurricanes and typhoons of Jupiter have begun, Earth’s tour
First a virus and then just the water appearing and disappearing out of atmospheric pressure.
Let’s listen to some talk radio DJ’s discuss the current affairs, like the nuns made you do too
Sad between the summers, C students get drafted into the USMC or USAF, war’s glowin’ halo
It exists where heroes die for the sake of an idea, nothing tangible like liberty’s freedom mage
Prestidigitation that it’s all for the sake of the genome, a pack of haters/lovers of #HehlsBells.
A needle in the groove and a lovin’ spoonful of joy to the world, sit back, relax, let it be free
Everything is the thing itself, what you’re going to be once you’re last gasp of gas’ releasee
Prisoner in the flesh and bones no more walls built to break through, everybody’s the One
Nobody is getting out of here alive, I mean not POTUS, queens or tsars, no King, not fun!
It means, just like a virus or germinated bacterial infection, humanity is an invisible stain
In the absolute zero medium of a Void, no matter, an immaterial Billary-Hillary bogeyman
That said, who said It, you’ll know it when you see it, even if you’re blinded, blackstar lights
One sun or a multitude of Red Giants and White Dwarves, Matter is fuel for the good fights.
Comfort down the deepest, darkest hollar, conscious humans injected into eggs’ DNA’d veins
That’s where nothing is, All of It, broken down to a common denominator under a numerator
Fraction of an unsolvable equation, indivisible knowledge of power, energy-mass X jet fighter
Pain’s an illusion bomb, a defective nervous system’s electric pool of hippy 60’s LSD brains.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. August 26th, 2019 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to #WARtheBand on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1dikEA63lM0 }
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