WHO IS OUT THERE, OFF MY HUMP
Nobody you want to know and maybe someone you want to be, the end hierarchy of a boot
Burning out little by little, moment by moment someday to end in One cool Big Singularity
Bashing you and your friends, relatives and strangers in paradise, all phuqt up to Mercury
Competence you have or have not matters little to the ending of the story, points all moot.
Matrix within your cerebral cortex, cross pollinated with mothers and fathers from the rapes
Not much love a long time ago, here and now it’s different for the masses, drawn the drapes
Giant idiots in the middle of being morons and idiots who hunt for nothing but their ending
Finding it where they least expect it, a last gasp of oxygen, one more taste of gold spending.
Morons used to invade and kill men and rape their women and here we are, Ma’s mortal sins
Who were your great, great, great grandparents if you’re not one of the #Elite? Or if you are?
Nobody but a picture on the wall, a photograph or a painting of the image in two dimensions
Fortune’s not luck but intent and timing, always be on Time’s Space, it’s tricky, a far out scar.
Serious defiance of your maniac herd of ignominious fools of broken towns & trailer parks
Sun comes up anyway, every day whether you like it or not, the Earth’s spinnin’ fake yarns
From the screamin’ babies to the cryin’ old ladies and decrepit men from the hoods, sharks
All of them hungry, none of them with money or food, lots of shiitake to burn down the barns.
Cinderella and Charlemagne couldn’t have made this up, it’s a convergence of fantastic souls
Headlights behind me and taillights ahead for kilometres, speed limit on Earth is 190 MPH
If you don’t go that fast you cannot finish the job you came here to start, the lives of humans
Brown, yellow, white and black lives matter to the ones who are brown, yellow, white & black.
Inside the secret society of dead men and possibly dead women, I don’t know, God is known
To the sons and daughters of the revolution, spelling bees helped some, 3rd world civilization
The mob is my friend and we move as one, following my intent and will to have it all happen
A square hole in a round peg but it’s going to be alright now, it’s over your head, it’s blown!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, June 14, 2020 Anno Domini @ 6:14 Post Meridiem
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FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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