CLUTCH MY PEARLS, GOOD-BAD FAVORITE UGLY DUCK
by
r j j stephan, i
11-12-2020 AnnoDomini
----#LittleBittyInTheShattyCity--#DoseOfLiquorWillBlow----
Repugnant in my own world which is inside of my cranial vacuum above my thin, my penciled neck
Number One under the sun is Me, Myself & I but not you, yours or anyone else, so yo, please #check
The king and the queen have masqueraded as impresario of this dream within a wetdream's form of Id
Nobody alive on the planet Earth today will be alive here and then in 200 years, not one itty bitty kid.
Punks and intellectual elite, wealthy inheritance of the ways and means to eat & drink with my Mary
Moms and pops have the stores and they've addicted the minions to the things themselves, so cherry
You cannot make these things up out of nothing at all, there's a reason for all of these causes I affect
You are airborne and grounded at one and the same time, standing still and spinning in a circular sect.
Periodic tables set the chemicals which are cooling gas, blown to smithereens in deep Space of a Void
You have no choice, it's an accidental collision of atomic matter, you will read this, you'll live & I die
To be or not to be is a question for you and not for me, I'm already gone since the moment I got #Woke
South or North American, European, African or Asian is Matter & Form, outside dine, pigs in a #Poke.
Pearls set down at the slop of hogs and pigs in the mud of the Blown Star, Earth's deadpanned #Joke
Your mama and mine, the One who climaxed the thing we happened to be, as it turned out, news' #fake
Freaks and followers of the dreaded red, blond, black, brown-grey beards long or in a fat knot or a bun
It's a justification for the Ends, this means of getting to the bottom of the nature of an Idiot, lots of fun.
You are some type of a genetic anomaly and you have no idea what that means so I'll translate the code
Jack of all trades was your father and your mother was every atom of gas in and out of the world abode
Alone for the most part form conception to dissolution, a spirit and a body of dual nature, all One hole
Between the lines, between your & my eyes there's a darkness and a light, they're children of the mole.
That's why you bury the dead besides to hide the stench, it's to go home where you came from, star dirt
We are all of it, nothing more and nothing less, your vain hope won't matter much in the end, don't flirt
With the death that can come when it pleases without regard for your needs and wants, you're all fired
As if you were never here to begin with, your presence forgotten by Life, all the worms, we're wired.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER 12th, 2020 Anno Domini
{
Jammed out of the psyche involuntarily, as if being a slave to the
beats is a tricky #Roll, @SteveWinwood @ https://youtu.be/k9olaIio3l8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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