MY HEAD IS LOCKED IN TIGHT ON A NOOSE
by
R J J STEPHAN, i
----#RobOldFolks----
Everybody loses what the Ends suck down to the Singularity, hung sloopy
My voice is silent because it's an irritating factor of your mothers' fathers
The jig was up before I got any chance to make any mistakes, stuck in a loop
Not really but there I said it, just in case you fear the might of the makers.
Walked and sometimes crawled from the points A to B, no free choice mind
In the heads I've been in, they're all dependent on the matrix of the third kind
Upset apple carts and stomachs with or without the fear and loathing, a mistake
Pretenders of the philosophy of nature, cells of DNA acid, jinxed in a great lake.
Do you care, really, tell us the truth if you can control your flapping gums of rock
Rhyming the word with the bird and the others who fell on the backstreet block
Where angels and rats feared to go, it was a turf of the renegade #Gaylords' godsons
Some even the daughters of the boys who grew to men, no in pandemic form of suns.
Stars all out of range from the 93 million mile distance of our own gas bubble illusion
As if it's shining causes the heat we feel 93 million miles away, but it's the Earth heater
It comes from the still-burning core, it weaved this entire system of culture, alpha ape
Only one needed for the clone, the rest is history in 60 seconds, eternity is a puff of vape.
Critters dreaming and coming back awake to the quality they're allowed, to eat and run
From the hungry and the stupid, both not only boring but deserving of death's sentence
For shots of Tequilla & Black Jack Daniels, I'd be the first you'd want to watch your back
Things actually have never changed since the Day One, first spin 'round the city block.
Mere minutes and decades from the open legged birth of mama, nearly went back up there
Cleaned the swimming pool on my knees, looked up that dress as if it was a mystery of hair
Putrid, hot, all senses on deck, at attention and in love with the mystery of Medusa unseen
Intrigued with the insight of evolving the dust in the solar wind, weaving some eternity.
Joke is on you, all of your #SkinInk didn't get you any more dates in El Dorado Oro
Fistful of Benjamins, more fallin' out your overstuffed pockets, here comes Zorro
On the hunt for you to stop you from breaching the economy without work/labor
If the proposition begins with a preposition then it's problematic, a never truther!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. April 13th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:77 PM PST
{ Drafted this piece of out of thin air listenin' to #TheLifeAcoustic on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AuZQRvD8RBM }
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