NO FREAKIN’ WAY, GOD’S COMIN’ *
Sitting bull scatting with the minions who can’t fathom the nature of a Neo-con seventh son
It reeks of the aroma and scent of another burning bush of weed in the plethora of a wet Sun
Secrets told in confidence to a confidence man, what were you thinking of in mud and blood
It’s all over the world, the dirty rocks that came out of the blown-out, dark holly and wood.
Feel the nature of the beast within or not, it doesn’t matter much in the end, you win or lose
The whole shebang is a sham to be reckoned with by the minions dropped by the DNA seeds
Ponds-cum to mix with the love of your lives, it’ll overwhelm your consciousness’ H1N1 blues
You live and you die, that’s the fact of life you forgot, again, you WILL die, God’ll be pleased.
Correlate the hair sniffers and neck lickers to be the fathers of our children’s social distance
Wash your hands and brush your teeth, do not touch the bodies of the others, everybody in?
Wear a face mask for the sheiks of Arabland, dessert for the desert sand, Earth’s a revolution
About the Way to move around in an ellipse while spinning and wobbling the Dirty Dance.
Neighborhood around here is a Void, everywhere in every direction from the nuclear solution
To be or not isn’t the question for humanity, bring home the Francis Bacon n’ eggs morphing
A philosophy of the First Cause of the Unmoved Mover, up your nose with a red rubber hose
Blood of the evolution was never a revolution, it was the thing unnamed, my amorphous toes.
Now and then a walk in the park or in the woods works to center your being, lock it all down
If you don’t, you may be swallowed by hungry monsters, your friends call Besties, I’m vested
When there is a doubt, when there is an error, when there is an impasse, my hand-job’s blown
On being the One, there’s no two or three, there is no other one, just a solitary joint, smoke it.
Crash into a rock wall or jump off of a cliff into a bottomless pit, ends in pernicious perdition
You left it all behind and you need nothing, you have nothing, all due to the original man sin
Eating an apple in a garden of plenty, then you had to digest and eliminate fruit of the loom
God or Cielo is full of incorporeal spirits, white dwarves and black holes to sneeze at, Doom!
by
r j j stephan, i * #StupidShouldHurt The Facebook Church of Armstrong and Getty
c. May 18th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7;11 AM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #Blues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ei8FpxIEPHE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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