KEYED PHILANTHROPIC ANOMALY
Trippin’ for your own good, so they said when they wanted your submission to crimes of gods
Commands to obey or else be punished with negative criticism of everyone’s whiskey bongs
To be a good Canadian you must speak not only with an accent but also with a sharp prods
You’d think that you’ve heard it all until one night, you hear what makes God’s divine songs.
For the life of me and you, there’s no way to predict the end of days, mine or yours, it’s all bad
Way too bad to entertain the notion of the good and the ugly, a miracle to be happy in the sad
Divine intervention’s always required when the all too human interjection fails in synch, see?
Calculate viruses within equations, why is it hip to be Mass’ Lights-peed squared? E=#OMG
In the out door where nobody gets out alive, alone and no other way to go except up or down
Pink or red, blue or purple colors swap their time in space for gems to love and hate to own
I was wasted a minute ago and then I got my eyes wide opened by empty shelves in Safeway
Seeing the future comin’ toward me at 90 MPH with no brakes, can’t stop, get out the Way!
Spouting off the excrement of the bulls that came before me, herded the troops into the funk
Can’t see past the big apple people, the fat-arsed folks, larger than a bus’ or jet seat, get drunk
Cases, six-packs, cans or long-necks, whiskey from the Black Jack trippin’ into my gullet hole
Down the hatch, knew a trick or two before I forgot all about it, no worries or frets, just blow.
Time in Space wasted by me and my kin, didn’t know it was all a matter of random luck, son
Now I know but it’s too late for the utilization and here and now is there and then, 1 & done
Low down with me, come on trip on this a second in time, out of time in a fraction of breath
Air above and below the crazy mind I’ve crafted to be the adapter to BS, no worry ‘bout death.
It will come, like it or not, think about it or not, Earth spins, you’re on it, get ready to skip it
Sleeping and never waking up to be conscious ever again or accidental termination of scheet
Cooked up and nearly burned into the essence of Nothing, intercourse of mind and body heat
Brings the thinking monkeys to the front and center of the class, got the answers, the schit!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi 20 mars 2020 @ 7:11 Ante Meridian (AM); Heure normale du Pacifique (PST)
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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