MONKEYS SEE WHAT MONKEYS DO, JUDGE MONKEY BUSINESS OF BANANAS
Puns and twisted words of phrases and diatribes of the Good, the Bad and the Ugly are funny
Monkeys and slugs from the place occupied before we were here and after we're all gone, sonny
My dreams and the thing itself I know as Reality are actually One and the Same to divinity's face
All too human, I think therefore I am, from the alpha and onto the omega, it's all Time in Space.
Exact estimates and approximate singularities amassed en masse for the princes, idiots & paupers
All the ones who learn how to pretend forever is in the purview of meaningful, fake flying saucers
Punks & intellectual, devout young & old, men & women, few and far between coconut macaroons
Of granite stones & fish food in Davy Jones' locker, conjured spells to virgins' sons of alien goons.
Things themselves happen with or without direct intent, dynamic sled to slide from the ups & downs
Emotional and physical remedies for the extinction of the species have all become the circus clowns
Makin' fun of the absurd and tickling the fancy of the absurd and pretending to be happy or sad, at One
No more than five or seven feet from the age of reason to the last rights that scare your soul to the sun.
Like it or not, it is what it is and there's Nothing anyone can do to alter the course of the Space's Time
24 hours an illusion of the spin to you and I but the glasses full of wine down my hatch, make it rhyme
As if I care about the misunderstood and the comprehended, it's all a humanitarian being compassionate
To the friends, enemies and strangers yet to meet, Love out of my heart to the function of my last date!
Tonight or tomorrow, right now or much later in a few decades, it's all gonna be the way it's gonna be
Tautological argument for the unknown will suffice for the comprehensive awareness that God's dead
Didn't want to die, I was just a co-pilot unfamiliar with controls of a solo flight to heaven's blue sea
Ne'er too late for cool cover of the shade tree next to the pond in the park, you're a flower, I'm the bee.
Never to die on a sunny day on Earth, always on a rainy day when the sky's crying the blurry balloons
Tears fallin' down to the ground to spread the unhappy fear of the unknown to the minions of maroons
Just a fluke for the orphans and blue bloods, switching the identity of the genetic code from XY xo XO
Best way to get from one point to another is a straight line of Cajuns, Louisiana's complicated, ass-hoe.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche 13th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 1705 hours PST
{ Drafted this before watching some #Bloodsuckin #MartialArts with @JetLi on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3aLiOO3-MSw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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