BYTE ME, VIRUS DYIN’ OVER HERE!
I never wanted it to be this way, the way of slippered, hungry dogs’ of war crusader battles
Of bots and their minions who stroke the mice from the inside/out and smoke black kettles
To fire up the menudo hodge podge in your minds’ eyes, what the words stand for, a means
To the ends where the finale has a curtain that comes down on the stage, hiding our scenes.
Curtain call to hear bravo once again, echo from rear to the front row, last time in our space
The play ended as it began, somewhere out of nowhere, no reason or rhyme to my funny face
A congruence of towers of Babel and monuments of the Big Apple core of the CONY Bronx
Higher than the 8 miles from the ground-up rock, dust and dirt to the stratosphere chunks.
If you have an incurable virus, we’re gonna push you off a bottomless pit off of a high cliff
To be or not to be is not up to you, it’s up to the genome, it’s on the way from TNT to drift
Exploding the implosion in a time capsule of twilight zone gun powder, lipstick is on a pig
Red lips of a woman seek immortality, BBQ pork chops, Tennessee whiskey and an Irish jig.
If you cramp up it’s your own fault, the muscles gotta move and mix it up else they atrophy
Out of your mind, out of body experiences in your future, holding on for dear life, oh Sophie
Wondering why the people who buy your way won’t let you get a job to pay for your own jive
From dawn until dusk, spend your Time in Space like the rest but nobody ever get out alive.
Hungry for the good things and the bad food to eat, every meal converted into ergs of work
Useless as an obsolete tool if you don’t produce something to sell to another, god of the dork
Romancing with rocks and stones in the muck and the mire, be alone and close to home base
Sliding with spikes in high flight, lookin’ for the skin and bones blockin’ the safe, holy space.
Days and nights all left out on the floor, on the gridiron, on the diamond for the sake of One
Games to spend wasted time doing something, a pass time to get to the real time, end times
Nothing else you can do other than amass matter, save it for your kin, a kid’s black hole sun
Sudden impact of the unexpected hits you in the face, I am consciousness’ irregular rhymes.
Accidentally on purpose causes that have desired effects on the reason for being alive now
What it means in the light of wisdom and knowledge regarding the astrophysics of hell above
We’re all gonna know for certain some day, maybe it won’t matter any longer then, I know
A little bit of prediction of effects from principle causes, yields hopeful faith, that’s not love.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. February 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ Jammed out of thin air while listenin’ to #ThatsNotLove #DangerousMood & HITS by Keb' Mo' on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_XDuujK2vd0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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