WHO SAID I SAID WHAT TIME IS IT?
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Made myself a better man just by donning the mask of the lone ranger only over my eye sore
Not a mask around my eyes, those are exposed to the world, mucous membrane vulnerable
Should be wearing airtight goggles or maybe just a whole gas mask with an oxygen converter
Don’t shoot the messenger, it’s not the message that counts, it’s WHO sent the psychobabble.
Go straight to jail, don’t place the king in check, play games with surprise laws of extinction
When the dominant become the subordinate, then and only then will it be the right Timing
Timing isn’t just one of the many things it’s everything in Space, what it is to be humanity
Simple minded turncoats wandering the planet’s government, a sweet ode to my Monalisa.
Pretending to be in the middle of a chaotic symbiosis of sights and sounds of the deep zone
End zone or twilight zone matters very little because the fairy tale is in the end, a grand nun
Pile of deranged dirges, pretending to be balls of that there nucleic acid, well built nuke acid
Commandments of suggestions, forced to beg forgiveness for failure of others, I am the Kid.
When the going gets tough, life seems to get rough and you seem to have lost your touch
You just got to move on, roll with it baby whether it’s back and forth or to and fro, just go
Seasoned or not, the taste is just as good as honey’s sweetness and sugar’s tooth decay
Candy from the sugar mixtures of form and substance, in the crease of the Time slipper.
Cinderella or Esmeralda, either way you got to roll with it baby, like it or not, it is the Way
All who move their body weight through space are in charge of the mortality of such body
I’ve got a secret that is the original low down not given by moms and dads anymore, say
Talking loud or whispering the Word is one and the same yet one is preferred, a parody.
Inside of your head in your imagination or on the outside in the form of a faux cinematic sin
A movie has begun, it’s your presence in this life, a dirty lowdown self within, got a problem
For about a New York minute or so, maybe a minor moment or two, I thought I was trippin’
It was my mother and father who forgave me for eating the forbidden, juicy fruit of the vine.
Chambers of brothers and sisters don’t care what others say, it’s all about what they say y’all
Rules and regulations temper a judge’s verdict, humanity’s a gargantuan COVID-19 cue ball
It’s nine in the corner and five in the side, communion and confession of tiny children at risk
Perfect union of Time and Space intersecting at a matrix, vectoring to infinity’s epic sun disc.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Monday, 7-20=2020 @ 9:11 PM PST
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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