BECOMING AGHAST IN JUST A MINUTE, REVVING UP MY ENGINES
Between rocking and rolling the sounds of words meaning nothing, echo sounds of empty cavern
I found you where I was at, where it's all at, inside of in's and out's of a club, uncle Josey's tavern
Where ladies drank until they had no concern for their health, being or welfare, fly outta the bar
Punks and flys that hover over their scat waiting for a place to land, wings down, parkin' the car.
Amazed that the humanity has survived the Big Bang theories amalgamated by the men of caves
They hid within the hills and mountains out of the fear of being killed, maimed or gobbled knaves
Crusaders left with #CockBlockers on holy maids girdles, goddess progeny bore the all too human
One evolved animal, DNA stones of a Big Bang expand & contract, in a rock concert's acid of Ends.
I and the ilk called my aristocracy will not animate the dead bones, when it's over, it is what it is
Going from innocent wonder to a jaded end of life view, yet we're not food, all cadaver egg yolks
To be or not to be buried, burned and consumed by Fire or Earth in the sky or air, it's for the Kids
Knowing the Truth & having the Wisdom to apply the data, a matrix? That's all she wrote folks!
You had no idea why big people had the power to mold our behavior, now it's been said & done
Formed by the humanitarians and the war mongers who bear duplicates to fight, sisters of Droid
All of them will live and die in a hundred years, more or less, most much less and then...have fun
Far away from blown atoms of electrons, neutrons & protons, what I am is a divine, robotic Void.
Fearless, maximum power impact to defeat all myriad forms of life, I'm nothing, drink my blood
Nor pick the flesh off of my bones, like a pig, a cow or chicken, I'm inedible & won't be your food
You might be mine if you can't use language to be all too human, fire cooks the meat so sweet
In the end, the time is out and the game is over, recollect the good, evil and ugly under a sheet!
Burns within the soul, remnants of divine Voidness looks like the empty soul, conceived in a hole
Bottoms were up & the chips were down when it counted, conception's Big Bang, a spitting pole
Now you see what you get, this here and that there, subjects & objects to predicate the bee sting
Nobody knows you, nobody knows me, we know nothing and that's it, that's all, caput, badabing!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, FREEzember 30th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #BiggusDickus @MontyPython link @ https://youtu.be/kx_G2a2hL6U }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.
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