FAITS ACCOMPLIS, D-STUD’ DRAFT
Here and now is a reason to be trigger happy if you got a gun or rifle to divinity’s forsoothes
Killing the corn and onion fields so that the plastic and steel could come to highest heavens
Can’t see anything past your blind corneas because the lights are all turned off, cherry fuzz
The dream started, it ended and y’all didn’t even know it was the Reality, all there ever was.
Pick a place outside of the palace, down any alley or backwoods hollar and you’ll be my food
It is what the genome does, throw the worst scenario up to the screen, we’re all in, We good
Yet miracles keep happening, they’re goin’ out of style, Smith on one side, Wesson the other
In a dark flashback in a dark, holy hole of #1 and #2, I hid from the killers of the backwoods.
I stood up in middle of marxism and lenninist slim shadiness, yet my groove survived a scum
Bananas and antelope are an antidote to the monkey dance, apes & trolls leakin’ it out some
Boys and girls learn to count to 10 and recite the ABC’s to write down 10 rhymes on 2 stones
Commandments to order your chaos in a straight and phuqed up One Way, yo’ mom’s bones.
Forties to seventies like a flash in the pan, proud to be out of my mind, once again, I’ve won it
Didn’t even know the rules or who was runnin’ the game, just knew I could rise to tops of chit
Evened it all up before the last gasp and last insight into humanity’s conventions, life of Huck
Harder than hell to accept a Truth, we’re here and gone, that’s it, caput! Custody? Upchuck!
Fine and dandy, it’s mighty cool, copacetic to the One and the Many, attention please, copy?
It’s the middle path where the groove is invisible, nobody goes there but the lost and sloppy
Accidentally runnin’ in the middle of the antidote for the Reality, as it is, punishment of Eve
Stick Adam up the Creator’s holy emptiness, where the Void’s my DNA up my mama’s sleeve.
Slim and very shady like a rat and a crow, mixed DNA of varmints and cannibals who love It
Living is It, anyway it goes it’s better than the alternative, closed coffin in underground chit
Minced meat and blanched legumes are to die for, hunters of living game kill the innocents
What do you care about it for? Attention please, just ignore the scree, just a GD #SlimChady.
#CheckYourOwnCoat I don’t need your tips and flips and chips, it’s a little bit funny but Not
Rather than be the One you are, here and now; hence, it’s a cinch that you are a bloody robot
In the particular or the general sense, it’s a mere fait complet for both poor and rich solo soul
FINIS #PhiladelphiaFreedom
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, June 13th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST
{ Drummed up #LivingAndBreathing the #PhiladelphaFreedom listenin’ to Hall & Oates on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VYKeA0UnBqc }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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