YOU GOT A LOT OF NERVE
by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN * MONDAY, 12/9/2019
*memoryBlackHoleRightHereRightNow
If you ask me, which you did not, there’s no reason why you can’t just play purple blues
That’s all a matter of Time and Space in consciousness’ display of sensation, high blows
Rational thought of the hairless apes above and below the Mason-Dixon random equator
Fattest spot of the planet Earth at this junction, where the squash is most terrible, whore.
Sharp swords thrust deeply into hearts n’ souls, deleted programs, bald heads of naked apes
Older they get the longer they think they know it all when they really don’t, they find Vapes
It’s as fine as an excited electron attempting to gain entry into the revolution of the H-atoms
Mixing very fine spirits with foreign substances, quarks of the herd, it’s begun, there it Ends.
Jacked up or down into a pitiful level of uncertainty in which you think you exist, you’re saps
But you think you do and that’s sufficient to accept a code of morality and ethics, inbred furs
Bad additions into locked jail, locked prison cells, the hoosegow of bamboo-shoot sharp traps
Mother and father left you in a basket of blankets at the front door of my home sweet homers.
Paragon of moral certitude, superman plan for a black hole full of minions, fallen ill of chaos
Adolescence through maturation, hard work and a knack for slapping the Good, a mush face
Success beyond extinction of the mind, in the head of boys on Earth, illusory UV blue tin box
Not funny like a clown with a sad face, unacceptable clowns with ugly-faced, a mean grimace.
Do not suppress my voice which mirrors the thought programmed by holy nuns and priests
Chicago catholicity in the middle of the city of bad smells, teachin’ A, B, C’s prayer to my me
As I appeared to be a worthy electron which avoided a merge with the cells of a windy city
As above, so below or so I’ve been told by some of the ones who cherished the Word, silly!
As I think about the cost of survival of the fittest, I dwell on the unknown future, FedEx her
On to the moon to build the place in space where acid DNA can survive a flat Earth boomer
Flipping flapjacks or minding the prisons full of those whom gods fire-bred to steal-kill some
We move, you and I, like there’s no tomorrow, do not hesitate, MOVE & don’t be an F-bomb!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. LUNDI, FREEZEMBER 9TH, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Jammed wit #TheClown by #CharlesMingus Mingus Charles via youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KESFYXQwCYA }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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