ABOVE, BELOW HADES’ UNIFORM *
So, beginning with the end of the world as we knew it, I hope anyone would know the facts
Indeed, you, me, us and them, all of the population on seven continents, we’re already gone
Nederland right here before your very eyes, where nothing goes unheard or unseen, shucks
It is a one of a kind experience, these days of nights between them, catch fish, shootin’ ducks.
In my Hummer or on my Harley, rollin’ where my feet can’t take me way back to the beef
Justice is a ham sandwich to the helpless and homeless, vagabond troops of societal grief
Pending doom above every head which has not found a home, no privacy, no bed or B & B
On the other foot, there are no hands on deck when it’s time for battle stations, a mortal sin.
Conquering the well groomed, uncontrollable rage within due to the extinction of a live cell
Early development of the cerebral cortex by the enculturation of the host anima is essential
Serious about the intelligent utilization of this short Time we have in Space, even Sing Sing
But there’s a joke involved which is not so serious and that’s the fact that you’re dreaming.
Fill in the blanks, although it is all you can do or just shoot them and make play the fiddle
Shooting off your mouth like a loose cannon on the ship is not the way right up the middle
On that narrow pathway from where you can’t get back to you can only scan it straight ahead
Side to side or up and down are not an option for the mind’s swivel of y’all, a cosmic schizoid.
Yeah, the houses did all turn to pink on the day after the end of the Peace on Earth, on to War
Struggle for survival from snakes and fish to monkeys in the tress, or here next to my tea cup
I’m a bum who can’t and won’t cooperate with the solitary nor the minions of lemming tits up
Spend your current, your flow of blood and invisible, conscious and unconscious rubber soul.
Nothing is unlearned, all we do is accept the social principle, do unto all others for profit sake
Just ‘cause you think you’re pretty and smart means nothing to the powers that be, too #Fake
Amazing spiders build webs around an uncertainty principle, created a web of You, it’s reality
A vane hope to be saved from falling to 3 bottom echelons of the pit of Hades, Do, Re and Mi.
You’ll be strong-armed into submission for the no holds barred match of 2020 AD, it’s alive
All of our senses, sight, hearing, smelling, tasting and feeling the touch, in and out of the life
You decide if you will be a communicator of the Truth and the Justice inherited from the rape
Of mice and human species’ struggle to survive an accidental cosmic freak-show, we are vape.
by
r j j Stephan Richard Joseph Stephan, I *Header’s a B&W photo of #Fatboy in New Mexico!
c. Mercredi, August 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ written while listenin’ to The Young Radicals #YouOnlyGotWhatYouGive on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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