FUNK SISTERS AND CLONE DNA
Which expansion? Which aggression? Why are you so concerned about the Cosmic grooves?
You will perish since you are really an invisible Ego, an animated juke job of ignorant flotsam
Call the idiots and the morons to do a number on the bad men, they’re everywhere on jetsam
Alcohol and plant dehydration, fired up inhalation, you’d be jumpin’ on the prey, jukin’ fools.
You are punked right now, friends and foes alike, you’ve swallowed the bait, hook-line sunk
Down to the bottom of the deepest lake on Earth, where light never goes or comes, in or out
It’s a matter of atomic fusion and fission and your eyes wide open to see a burnt son of God
It’s always there and without It, we are all dead, the good, bad and the fugly, got it hotrod?
Here’s a fire in the water, it’s gettin’ hotter every moment of every holy revolution, get high
Light up and live past the trials and tribulations of surviving on Earth, struggling son of Ra
Microscopic and macroscopic focus of the philosophy you’ve accepted to explain, funk found
From the mothers and sisters of us all, we come forth and drop it on down to sacred ground.
I am in the center, right down the middle, neither to the left nor the right, stand up, sit down
Host of the party Is the One, the same One which was here before your conception, you clown
Sent to the comedy and tragedy of the dramatic display of little, crybaby boys’ and girls’ folks
Already gone, a mystery house, smoke cigarettes, watch football on TV, Happy Thanksgiving!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER 26TH, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ generated the amassed Logos flombet with the assistance of The Artist Formerly Known As Prince #JAZZ youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cOc2MzvqbN0 }
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