A DUNCE & THE COSMIC HOSERS
Uncle Ben told me never to tell aunt Jemima about what Buckwheat did on stage last night
What will be will be, that’s what they say in South Jersey and I can’t argue against west point
I am what I’ve wound up being, I take full responsibility for all of my actions, all habitual scat
What I’ve done and what I’ll do are either forgotten or unknown occult features of Time’s fat.
Full stop from the Get-go and on thru the red lights, yellow lights and northern lights, so be it
Beginning from the mask over the face’s nose and mouth breathers’ three blow holes, god spit
Supreme Court of all of us, judge with legal minds’ D students’ too humane, horizontal bops
Enough is enough only when the People say it is, you and I’ve Nothing for backup, #NoCops.
Eerily the Word was made the way of comedy, a dead or sleepy man is speaking and sleeping
Country and city are in the game from border to border and coast to coast, talk, talk, talking
Sometime in the near future you can comprehend the holy water in the spinning rock tater
What the Earth appears to be without the H2O is as bizarre as seeing an asteroid with no I.
Without H2O there is no Life in any form at all on this planet, holy, barren H2O moon rocks
Not only because you would love to know just for scat and giggles but also Time’s tick-tocks
Progressive, regressive elliptic, orbital, revolution of hyperbolic Space-Time #COVID rewind
Bones inside of you and your kin, your friends and enemies, alive or dead, mere dusted wind.
Headlights off in the middle of this long night without moonshine, without sunlight’s burn
Of the atoms, molecules and the food we eat and the fuel for the Spirit that we seem to be
Either an illusion of the hopeful or the Hope of the the demonic, celestial essence of Mama
Not just before now and before 1776 Anno Domini but way into the future the gods’ Papa.
Now, Life’s Happiness achieved by the genome’s DNA, R&B sisters & brothers, a swirl for you
Not just because without y’all I would not exist but also that these worlds would end in bat flu
From the eaters of the viral meat, God’s divine Life matters, all skulls of flying mammal soup
With or without the Top Ramon, a little off from the real noodles, it’ll do for #MyGang group.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, June 18th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 08:45 hours PST
{ #WakeUpYourself drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Armstrong & Getty radio show on Talk 650 KSTE #FlingingVirusEveryFlush #TransgenderSCOTUS decision, etc, etc, etc link @ iHeart link https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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