#CryinAintGonnaMakeItBetter #TimeHealsAllWounds #ThereforeIAm #BonVoyage #ClarityClarified #ShameOnTheMoon

FUNKIFY BEFORE YOU DIE, Li On

by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·Saturday, August 10, 2019

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Hungry for those good things that make me happy, satiated is a holy state of being

Usually have to work to hunt the herd and trap the slow gazelles that want my teeth

Nothing personal, I did not create this kitty cat situation, the Egyptians did it on meth

They ate and drank and inhaled solid, liquid and gas just to glimpse Nirvana’s ring.

Under the paws with the claws, there’s muscles and sinews to kill until the ending

When there’s nothing but rocks and dirt left, can’t hunt or fish, can’t eat a seedling

Cat fights on the cat walks and the females are what it is to be “catty” in spades, yo

I am not making this up, it’s true, trust me even if you don’t know me, please JLo?

If and only if there’s a symbiotic relationship to your life and the fantasy of celluloid

Then you’ve got a prospect on your hands, it’ll be a race to the top, you’ll be the Void

As if anyone else on Earth ever could, be the Void, nobody but you, well there’s old Al

But I don’t wanna be the Void, it’s not something that sounds very good, it sounds evil.

It took a long time for the things that move and die for food or just a T-bone locker of Jones

Premium soil, dead star dirt and a medium for the plants, vegetables and hot fruits of looms

Intelligence of conceptual analysis and the rendering of myth into the pure fantasy of zones

From top of the hill to the bottom of the barrel, you funkiness funkifies before you up n’ die.

Pride of my father and mother, I’m the cat in the header, I look forward to your bloody neck

Nothing personal, it’s just because you’re potential food and blood to extend my tour of duty

Remote possibility that I may be struck by a truck, my aunt did when she was eight, a wreck

More or less, it’s neither war nor peace that came first, the One fell down asleep, to #Hootie!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday August 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Cage The Elephant #AintNoRestForTheWicke on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/HKtsdZs9LJo & Hootie and the Blowfish #IllComeRunnin’ link @ https://youtu.be/WvVJ9PSvX-8 }

  W.W.A.R.D.?

#BreatheOnceTwiceThrice #FINIS #WalkinLikeAMan #Bipedalin' #CandyGirl @FourSeasons

 #RabbitFoot #GoodLuckCharmOnMyArm

DRINKIN’ IN A TAXICAB, WHODAT?

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 9, 2019

-------#A HUNK OF BURNIN' LOVE-------

 

We’re flyin’ above the freeway Jack! Unlicensed, not right, but a nice #NDT nitro dayo slip

Price of skyrocketin’ costs up to $100 per minute, five minutes to work and back, $200 trip

A grand every week, fifty grand a year, tax deductible of course, dull the point moot, yo yo

Nobody gets out alive even if I crash, the world goes on, Earth spins, the sun and moon glow.

For the sake of humanity and posterity in general, you must have some blind faith and hope

Without it, there’s just an a posteriori argument for the nature of the unknown, accident pro

Causes and effects are the random settlings of the things that count a or Wonderwoman, superheroes and masks for the dead.

Famished and deprived of dreaming outlets for the dimly lit mind I’ve been privy to, Ignite!

Playin’ some CARLOS SANTANA #Supernatural to wind up the day’s done deals, to fight

Another day, another month or year whether it’s high or low, need me and I’m there, alright

I came, I in a state of tropical depression awaiting a NEW demand in lieu of utter sublimity

Afternoon delights of the third kind, if you know where I’m comin’ from, my FLIGHT car!

It’s my right hand man, it’s got an infinite warranty to fly at will as long as I prefer, a Star

It brings me to the alpha romeo test, will it drive itself, maintain itself and still be a prize?

Monks hid away the words in a cave to be found by anyone other than the queen’s prides.

Now is the time when everything comes out, that there’s no God but there’s a Sun of my God

It’s not a man who is born of woman from an immaculatic conceptionalism, wet dream’s GA

Yell, ad infinitum to the nonsense of ebb n’ flow, permutation of orbital trajectory to etcetera

Cosmic soup mix yields an hilariously pitiful comedy, a tragedy of gay Parisian net zero nada!

A brewed mixture of whatever floats your boat and a last supper should get you power to Rise

From an absolute state of death, where your soul deserts bones, passes pointless phuq RSVPs

Reincarnation is not an option if your karma is neutral, return if and only if there’s a reason

For being alive, for learning and obeying the rules of the walk, run, swim and fly god-routine.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 5:05 AM PST

{ drafted in utero, listenin’ inside of my womb room, comin’ out with MarilynMonroe & #JaneRussell link @ https://youtu.be/tZ-GEZhUFoc & another of Billie Holiday in NEVER seen (by me) videos links @ https://youtu.be/-3jO-3BoGzM }

 

 W.W.A.R.D.?

#DevilAndPretenderInMe #HehlAintABadPlaceToBe #ZipperJob #ZZTop #GrooveLove #ToughEnoughForYa

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--------FABULOUS-------

DNA PASSION YIELDS STICK BALLS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, August 9, 2019

-----------#ToughEnough-----------

 

If you really want to know the yield up close and personal, you’ll need a phosphorous rock

To be or not to be a fission or fusion of the atomic structure is the material world’s livestock

Ruptured Time and Space due to fission and fusion on the planet surface or sea salted H2O

Creates the condition for an ignition of the fifth kind, UFO visitors curious about DNA germ.

It is what we all are, these sons and daughters of the God we’ve created from nothing, #Faked

Nothing more to do other than to teach the children well, in all of the tower of Babel tongues

Understanding nothing and curious about everything to keep you and your family safe, alive

Because either you’re in the way of stealing your property and it’s value, or killing your hive.

Where you live inside insulated from marauders who not only have nothing but want yours

Even though what you think is yours is really just something you’ve confiscated from the One

It is a claim to being first to come and first to be served by powers that be, Nothing too soon

We’ve got to do what’s necessary to avoid being sacrificed to the stars and a blue-ball moon.

We’re all tough enough for a few rounds with a heavy hitter or #SneakyPete type of grafters

Intelligence and awareness of being what indeed all of us are, lump of mortal fleshy boners

Ants and roaches are the crawlin’ and diggin’ denizens of a crowded piece of dirty harassers

Shovels and hoes ready to move the top soil into Super Nova mode, sand-blown ice to glass.

Punks of society comin’ out on the full, blue moon, howling near their parents’ portal doors

Goin’ in and out to find someone to absorb or at least take advantage of, broken golden rule

Do to everybody else what your mama and daddy did to you, they abused you, perpetual pain

From a stick or strap or belt or back of a calloused hand or foot-boot, y’all dead, straight up!

by

r j j stephan, i *Header is a molecule of

c. August 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST

{ drafted in a remote viewing location, four cornered room, ceiling, floor, four walls and a sliding glass window, listenin’ to @TheFabulousThunderbirds on youTube #ToughEnough in an infinite LOOP, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/EcXT1clXc04 }

FINIS

WWARD?

#OnBeingAliveOn8-8-2019 #PoleVault#16 @BruceSpringsteenRocks

MY EYE SEES NO APOLOGY, ET AL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, August 8, 2019

-------------COVER ME---------------

Sip some chain lightening, farm to fork southern drawl now, all’s said n’ done when in Rome

Now and then you pretend your heart’s broke, chased away your #pride on my #island home

Where nobody but you can get close to, hotter than hehl inside there, time to walk the plank

Underwater there’s so much pressure to perform or be eaten by the evil fish in a shark tank.

Common neutrality to battles and wars between states of being a predator or piece of prey

Cuddled up or stored in a Bell jar, saved for a Space-Time of hunger for unspoiled foreplay

Always surviving the blackness of the holy nights until the planets move on to the light’s sun

My mojo and verve I got from my zygote, confirmed spermatozoa and ovum of DNA in a bun.

It is alright one way or the other, we’re gonna come and go whether we like it or not, god Am

Dug holes to feel the old bones from being eaten by hungry carnivores of taste, a royal scam

What is left after it ain’t movin’ any more? Poor me, I need a bunch of drinks again, I’m OK

I always get like this at 4:00 AM when I’m tryin’ not to see the Truth, whiskey glasses all full!

Double shots now, stay with me but you gotta hurry and finish this up, last call is a comin’ up

Bartenders are gonna hit us one more time, drinks strong and down the hatch, bottoms’ cup

To catch the puns and double entendres to complete the comprehension of the humor’s dope

Joke’s on you if you think this isn’t a comedy and tragedy of ignorance, Life’s hung on a rope!

Or was that just some bait on a hook to catch me when I wasn’t paying complete attention

To the matter at hand, the energy of momentum of the sound and sights of divine creation

Pink and brown fiddles gettin’ sawed like strings from animals’ legs and arms, rollin’ tunes

Beats makin’ your mother and sister get gone and findin’ someone elses’ wandering nun!

We could all use a little rain fall, bein’ so dry that one more day will bring the reaper’s scythe

Clouds are the cover for the burnin’ star’s fury with the atomic reaction of trippin’ hot myth

Force and momentum being the operating words of the function of the calculus, it is scatty

All is said and done by our final gasp of the solid and liquid, in gas, in a ghost, smile pretty!

Here’s what my grandpa taught me last Friday after 5:00 when he left as a fire smokin’ chief

Nobody gets out of this game, this play, this up-down life on Earth is eternal, it’s what we do

Keep it rollin’ right along, shut my mouth, good vibes now on God’s Time, scuttlebuttin’ reef

Nothing else to say or do, just wait for the end and see what it is, or not, cold beer here, fool!

by

r j j stephan, i {JUST this old boy’s lovin’ muse, dog gone plum out of WORD! }

c. August 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ drafted while prayin’ to nobody but myself, rollin’ in my Cadillac and playin’ music until the cows come home, from my lips to God’s ears in high heaven, head out on a youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OQcyXGAtRPo }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheChristiansGotAteByLions #TheJewsHungTheirOwnSonOfGod #MadeMeAMillionaire @SamanthaFish @BobSeger & #ShameOnTheMoonFool

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SKULLDUGGERY CHERRY PIE SKY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 7, 2019

ssssssssss #ShameOnTheMoonAndYou sssssssss

1st of all in the middle of your despair, tear up the dragons resting place hopeful screen door

From the start to the finish lines, the race is on, I always win in the end, laggin’ a wild phloem

Clocked in the quarter mile and the mile and a quarter, it’s two bits or a sawbuck to a scheme

I never know but I trust a live wire stickin’ out of my rat cage’s four walls, on God’s 13th floor.

In any case, for absolutely no reason at all, there was a fall, a legend that it happened to God

As if...come on now, think this out, absolute power over the universe, the alpha and an omega

Just one thing though, there’s a higher power than the Divine One who rules our world’s gold

Nothing in the DNA other than a material fact, that it’s ACID in a form, alien to Earth’s fold.

It don’t matter when you come to The induced deduction, right place, tea time on a tight wire

To the rhythm and beat of the psychotic, irregular drum beats and tweaked tin plates on fire

Already gone before it appeared to my naked eyes into which the smoke wisped her all gone

It did not have to be yet it was and never can not be in the future, it’s impossible, be a pawn.

Inner function of the blood and oxygen gas pump, from sugar to water in forty nanoseconds

Fortunate justice for the ones who become the victim to the predators who live in the sands

Broken desert highways and on to entrails of the prairies and jungles to the mountain range

All of thee on the Nevada desert highways from #Sparks to #Tahoe, driven to be 4 wheelin’.

Where angels fear to go at any Time, in any Space, mankind’s fake homo sapiens take udders

Bourbon and whiskey make it all worth while until the tequila broke the tie, sea-salt & a lime

It’s in my future, black cows drunk in rapid succession, odorific #Navy Pier stockyard blunders

In a silent, cool metadata, amoral and apathetic young annihilate epochs of historical rhyme.

Our lady of perpetual longing for atomic resolution of the revolution between rich and poor

In a state of mind, One mind not a plethora of separate, isolated group of a memory #Bots

Compared to nothing at all, no sensation or agenda for the future, recollect the tied-up score

In God’s blind name, rule of law, asynchronicity of synchronicity, #Druids dream #Goths!

by

r j j stephan, i #Skullduggery Skullduggery

c. Mercredi, August 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST

{ drafted listenin’ to Steely Dan #TimeOutOfMind & microHITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9rVmVIWChSI }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NothingIsSomethingDisguised #BecomeIt #BeIt #EyesSeeThatTruth #IntoTheMystic #LetUsROCK

UP IN A HOLLAR, ADAM’S DAMS

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, August 7, 2019

--------- #CatchAFreightTrain ------------- 

 

Strapped, locked and loaded for bear and there’s nothin’ bleedin’, extinction of a wee critter

All of them killed for their fur to put upon the naked apes, your mama and mine, purple sir

I am so sorry that you didn’t know, if this is a shock, you’re just in the middle, in holy hehl

Where your ancestors and descendants will roam until the super nova ends the con, for Real.

Smoke up and gone with the wind, just like it wasn’t ever here or there, tick tock boom-boom

Chains smoked, wires crossed and the lines are parallel intersections of the hoe down course

A drive down the fairway isn’t fair at all, it’s a groove in a tube that can’t be undone, silent Ga

There’s no freedom except for the one day you die, as a wreck on the highway or a call of Ra.

Winners and losers we were right and wrong about the easy streets and hard ways and loans

It’s all up in the atmosphere, way above this Earth’s dirt I’ll mix it up with, ash or dusty bones

I got good wood on fast-breaking screwballs, swung for the fence to score, I got #fake tours

But mine were well done, always will be a big, empty nothingness void of our happy hours?

Got a whole stack of silver and gold and I can’t move out the sadness of pity, an altruism face

Compassion in the ocean, underneath the waves and frequencies of the fish and dogs’ place

Down here in the hollar, where I got my boat shoved in plain sight, right at the dock of a bay

Not my roots, not my place in this space, Time’s all out, everything’s broken, fixed it, my way.

Fetch my slippers girl, bring my paper over here so I can see what men said, WTH happened?

Seeds inside the womb, hotter than the Hades our kin came out of, the fire was hot, ice ain’t

Frozen stiff or dead and gone, underground’s sea water, either way it’s all about fishin’ for me

It’s never ‘bout you, positive vibes you felt were film negatives of steel-heads in red-hot Brie.

Cheese spoiled milk, ate it anyway, mixed beans and corn in with the cowpokers’ flank steaks

Salt and peppered like no tomorrow, BBQ dead things, smoke mined by God’s country freaks

All chopped and chewed and going in and out of the things we call our kinfolk, mama and me

Golden rules, pretty girls’ bones on my H2O soul, The Struggle killed atoms, holy water-free!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST

{ drafted while jammin’ to some Prince #NothingComparesToYou #PurpleRain & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cpGA0azFdCs}

FINIS

#SoulSea #HeartLand #OnTheAir #TimedOutInSpace @MorganWallen #BurninGoinDown

SHE’S GONE, BE THE MICRODROP *

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, August 6, 2019

--------- #WhatYouKnowBoutThat? ---------

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Now, right here you are at the bottom where there’s no place left to go, an invisible nucleotide

Or an atom’s anti-matter warp-game of hide and seek, a function of calculus, a Void of us all

Whatever this God is, this savior of men, this dreamer/rebel in a frozen, FREE fall, I signified

In a method with a means, using logic and reason, subjects, predicates, objects of false pride.

What I mean by what I say is exactly how it sounds if you agree we can disagree then we got it

Small world sunning under a burning out ball of gas, getting burned, not eaten on a BBQ spit

Four legged and animated until the missing link had an alternative 2 X 4, either up or down

Straight up apes evolved, civilized humanity sees afore its very eyes, bomb-ready to vaporize.

Good, bad or ugly is no way to be but it’s the only way we know, eat or be eaten or beat down

Omni choices of a free people of this free land, country absconded from a red brother’s frown

If you have a way to protect yourself from the foreign bodies of troops on your doorstep, fool

Right in front of your eyes, they make the laws and violate your obedience or beastialty rule.

It’s a law like centrifugal force or momentum, yet it’s not a law, it’s an appearance to be #Ga

Not a Queen, no, so sorry the female eggs have nothing to due with #Alpha, they’re #Omega

Ritualistic theories of one Singularity’s function in the mode of essence, philosophical Id grist

Meat is buggers of a wild thing, rot of dead cattle flesh, cow herd teat cud juice, divinity’s sift.

From an amoeba to a paramecium to the hawks of the Earth and the Sea, we’re totally Aware

Alone is a state of our being, in the middle of Empty Space, no creator in hindsight, bell-dim

All there is and without the #air, we don’t even count as a spot in a Cosmos-twisted lust affair

I’m the one in charge of your DNA now, yo’ mama’s #WayGone y’all papas, we are welcome!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PhD { We paid our welfare debt AFDC, USAF & me! }

{ *drafted in a soul-less vacuum of combustion engines revving up traffic on the I-80 west & east, but ended in a violent storm of Rocks and Rolls out of #ThinAir, Heartmonger Friends Heart #AnnWilsonHeart #NancyWilsonHeart FULL 2019 CONCERT on the #MYTube link @ https://youtu.be/VHPLrRSqqMI }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DontBlameMe cuz! #ItAintMyFaultEither #WhatYouKnowAboutThat?

 #EyeCanFixThat

OLD NEWS WAS NEW, I’M HIPPO

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday ,  August 5, 2019

ssssssssssss AINT MY FAULT Y'ALL sssssssssssss

Fortune has little or nothing to do with the form and shape of things, whiskey glass close

To me and to you, to both of us, our lives are locked into this mystery we’ve gestated O’s

From all of the X’s we’ve become a tic-cat-toe brick-a-back and the absolute Will rules us

In your eyes into your mind, the light and sound waves are the hooks, to addict the crews.

On the Good Ship Lollipop or the USS Enterprise, points and tallies make you scream One

Which is all that really counts in the long and the short run, evolution or devolution, my son

Nothing matters and it’s been scratched, etched into the stones of the remnants of big bangin’

Gang bangin’ has nothin’ to do with #Sharks and the #Jets, no need to worry, we be sinnin’.

But when all the smoke clears out of the homeroom and the windows are shut forever, OMG

That children Catholic school in Chicago, Our Lady of Angels, Northwest side of angels’ grief

Never saw the sky after that last ride on the bus or drop off from mama and papa, gone mojo

Mothers and fathers lived their lives full of grief forever, never to dig anything but grave, go!

You don’t want to know the rest of the stories, the pain and suffering, depression of moms

Helped by neighbors and friends but never to chase away the tragedy, Jesus, y’all chasin’ you

Callin’ your name to explain all of the burnin’ shots of whiskey goin’ down daddies’ in slums

‘cause the wax burned the wood faster than grease on hot ash, forever God turned #95 so blue!

Forever from the first to the last breath of here it goes, my love falls up and down in a hot fire

Grades of school from elementary to the university, taught few words, one thought, I love you

Been a good old boy worth my weight in gold, my love shines like the ore before it was leader

Transformed in the way of the warriors born to the women who kicked their but, screw who?

Telecommunication from the womb to the tomb, noon til three or any other time of the revolt

Around in the circle spins around the burnin’ holy light of the darkness, God, my star of sons

Hey now, let’s not get all religious and chit like that, believing where the hehl are Hades guns

Cold beer, mama and papa at the picnic with the cousins, aunts and uncles, all hit home runs!

Just got lucky to be in the family of the city full of bad smells from the day I’s born to be free

I brought the genes they gave me to the DNA farm of California, after a Texas-Montana row

Dreamed I was drivin’ down the road lookin’ for the way to the party, dropped my phone low

To pick it up was the error of life, last second, last words, look up at the head-on, #PoorMe!

by

r j j stephan, i *header is #NatalieWood, don’t ask any #Hippo questions!

c. August 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11:11 PM PST LUNDI SOIR

{ SCRATCHED this little ditty into the DNA tonight while listenin’ to Morganwallen #IfIKnowMe #ICouldUseALittleRain on youTube link @https://youtu.be/o92I3m0i_QE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatIsTheProblem #TrippinOnYourVibe #TheStruggleToSurvive #ApemanLove

 DARWIN DEATH, SHIP IT, CAPUT!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, August 5, 2019

--#StraightUpScaredToReincarnate #CrossTheTracks--
ssssssREINCARNATEDsssss
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So very HIGH, happy to have arrived from where I’ve been, way out there in deep outer space

That is all I’ve got to say, the First Cause and the effect of my ego, my personality, a holy face

To wind up the energy, the gas and the smoke of the matter and the dirty water in the hoods

Where I came from, jugulars came to be in the middle of winter, funky, ice conception brood.

Have-nots who were of the mamas who were also babies, shoved by the older brothers of Eve

Your personal time is comin’ whether you like it or not to face your leaving the Earth, a Void

Centered, finish what you will by sheer desire, enter the end of alpha through omega struggle

Backward, upside down and inside out, no other way to get anything done, cool star trouble!

In the format of the formula for the mixing of the microorganism’s verve, gangster white cells

Gettin’ ready to rid the neighborhood of the ones who won’t cooperate with the boss of y’alls

On the streets, sleepin’ in your garages on a roach infested couch, crappin’ in hood yards, dog

No they’re people straight up, givin’ you literally a mcdonalld fecal trip, a gropin’ welfare god.

Right there on your front lawn, ugly americano born n’ raised for the welfare roll, comin’ in

Whether you’re ready or not, lighten up on your prejudice and allow the miscreants to begin

Revolution of takin’ necessary moves to go in the RIGHT direction, WORK JOB or yo’ mamas

Change is what the idiots and morons of the being alive for no human errors in too hot ovens.

Thought it was a dog but it was just a nasty and brick layin’ burger-pharted turd, left deposit

No return with a sneeze or a cough, just a take over of what’s never going to be anything at all

Come in here to my four cornered ceiling and floor, get on this slip stream on the current chit

If and only if you get close to my heart’s attack, you’re good as gone, yo’ purple heart clothes!

This is the lead part of the gold, it burns and it transforms the thing itself from gas to matter

And liquid and you and me, our ancestors and descendants, brothers and sisters, tiny critters

From cells of amoeba and paramecium to the end of Earth’s bubble of gas, it’s a trip you fool

Hard liquor and hard lives go hand in hand, Id-minds gang bangin’ DOPE ‘struggling school.

White and black, brown and yellow and red, skins of different species of man, prejudice girls

Make the boys be that way to so that the favors are granted after runnin’ hard, work and play

Chillin’ and maintaining the useless dads and muchachos who run the ways and means curls

Feeding babies who make more babies, so ignorant and stupid, hippy lie, extinction’s Today?

by {#IAintYoHomey}

r j j stephan, i

c. August 5th, 2019 A.D. a moment in time @ 4:44 AM PST #LUNDI

{ DRAFTED to the RAP of AlexanderKing #MomentInTime & HITS off of #Reincarnated CD link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/DBmae72UtR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#POOHDOGs on my lawn with malice aforethought! #BringItOnDownNow #1 #2 #3 #4, 1, 2...3 4

WHAT’S ON MY GRASS, POOHDOG?*

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, August 4, 2019

sssssssssssssssssss poo poo scat ssssssssssssssssss

Between the lines you see what you are, a dump you placed right outside your filthy s-come

Right there in front of your eyes because they are stalkin’ your safeplace to be their kingdom

Without the power of wisdom or knowledge, idiots and morons screw on curbs or in the mud

Wanting the morality of a roach and rutting boar in a mid-summer pool of my killer’s blood.

Anyway you look at the comedy of life in front of your eyes, you live in a ghetto so #MoveOut

Get the For Sale sign on the front lawn and show your house when it’s turned into a box bout

Intruder living in the space near the roaches and rats, ghetto where they were born to welfare

Food stamps, Women, Infant Children (#WIC) and much ado ‘bout a pile of scat on my lawn.

Suddenly, right outside of your front window, ne’er do wells without employment, screw dads

That girlfriend was someone’s daughter that I could not defend other than getting my defense

Of my property and the trespassers who picnic because they have no cents and want all yours

They got built by county welfare department to get big enough to rob us of our proper cents.

They want what we own for free, they heard America was the home of the free and the want it

My stuff is their stuff, as they’ve been taught to take it all in the ghetto or you’ll be a bit of chit

If you’re not the dominant One on the block, concealed armed & dangerous, you appear prey

Then at the moment deadly force is required due to fear for safety of property and life, I say!

Before you bid adieu and leave the petri dish of your amigos, amigas and the ilk left by germs

Give tribute to the ancestors who allowed my presence to complete the mission of the worms

Breaking into and through the crust & gas of this Earth, down to the core of flaming, fake fire

To warm the liquid and keep it from becoming as cold as ice and kill the DNA forms of pyre.

Concealed hands, feet, elbows, knees and skull from the vacant, no neighbor, no hoodie fool

Came from a ghetto city, rat infested roach homes, deep inside of a lateral ghetto, stamp-food

If you can’t work because your welfare check/ food stamps are gone, y’all be just chicken fried

So, you stalk the innocent, naively finding the end of your breath’s heartbeat, bad DOG died!

Didn’t know the prey was indeed a predator in check, with the power to annihilate your beats

Whatever you thought the thumping sound was before you met your maker, that wasn’t teats

Since your mama abandoned you at birth and you never got one, much less two, you evil dog

Spelled backward the word itself #dog is just a #god spelled backward, forward, it’s real, Gog!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. August 4th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ took a stab at drafting this piece straight out of the hood in the #Highlands, where neighbors live in a garage, rut and relieve themselves on your front curb and lawn! Now, I’ll listen to some #WARtheBand on youTube to celebrate my application for a #CWP. . . youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WJMAzHaPaOU #OUTLAW #wordUP }

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