THE ILK OF MOTHER'S MILK, FAILED, PLAYIN' NAKED APES
This is not a debate but it is a monologue of the nature of the beast within your meat
Hollow inside the auricles and ventricles that pump Joy's juice through heads and feet
Mundane star, sun's disintegrated Ends of Time's struggle, daily bread's coffer of gods
Neptune, Saturn, Venus, Pluto, Mars, Jupiter, Mercury, Uranus yet not of Earth floods.
Greeks, Romans, Persian hordes of the conquered left with a 21st century's bloody ears
Of the Herd, above & below it's stampedes to follow the leaders' ironies of baseless fear
Threats to torture & restrain you from your philosophical errors, all wet dreams are free
From first to the last time you suck the gas in and let it out forever, however it is to be.
Beat the clocks that imagine keeping time is one through twenty four, ad infinitum beats
Of the hearts and minds of the minions, born from rich and poor wombs of empty grace
Winning is everything or you don't survive, you will become extinct, all dug in with cleats
Ma and pa died and left me boss, I'm the One, the only one who will laugh in God's face.
Since it is all what I am, laughing in my own face isn't an act of bravery, it's no act of fun
It's the name of the game, it's all about me and without me, none of this matters one bit
It's not a dilemma for me to insult those who are not the dreamer in the dream, I'm stabbed
Naked ape boys & girls, infants transformed into the cadavers of the #ToeTagged & slabbed.
News is made to read all about it, if one can't spell or read, you'll be an ignorant, idiot savant
A fool's fool in an olypmic swimming pool of mud, blood and beer, awaiting the cool foot stool
On the trapped mice and willing humanity, it's over when it's over, you've got no choice at all
Nobody can write this fiction of OM blind faith a sham, oh wait, my life, my disarmed karma?
Wolves and the other walking, slithering and flying monsters from Earth are hungry for meat
I saw her ahead of Time, tomorrow or the day after yesterday, that's today for the challenged
Headscratchers in our midst to remind us how not be be dressed to the nines, good rockin' Ma
I'm woke in a nobrainer, afraid to awaken cuz, baked, got no shelter, dead & gone now was Ga.
Sex & crackers should make the mothers & fathers of hippies & cowboys become riders aghast
Same things gettin' bitten off, byte by byte, rollin' a stone buzz, karma for what I got comin', sins
It's all good, the taste is all mine, the smell is all mine, what you see & hear is what ya get, at last
Strong & ready to punish violators of peace & love, moron boys & their progeny, my dead ends.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, Freezember 28th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST
{ Quality words spun out of the nomad yarn I've gleaned from 69 years of rollin' with @FloridaGeorgiaLine #HowWeRoll link YouTube @ https://youtu.be/CbxuXq_981s }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
#ShotBulletsAtTheMoon
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