IT CAN'T BE THIS EASY MAN, YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG! AW, HELLNAW! #EXTINCTIONgun
Moving from the alpha to the omega in a clean sweep, four in a cannery row, whatever it takes
To be too human that the probability is higher than the stratosphere above polluted, dirty skies
Not only am I as low as anybody can go, I'm higher than Franklin's kite ever got, a #hotSlit key
Monkeys just mankind 'fore they contemplated the nativity of their baby kin, soundbyte to see!
It's one thing to be ignorant because you haven't been turned on to the Truth, y'all be chickens?
Thank you every time I wink in your direction, coming out here and now to the theres and thens
I thought about this a minute before I wrote it all down on cyberspace paper in twilight zones
Amazed by the innocence and subway burial crypts for the rotten flesh & bone's bloody moans.
Help yelled, prayin' to powers that never were and will never be, It's All that I am, I'm so fine
To the hell below from down in the valleys and up on the highest mountains, Rockies to Alpines
Dreaming of being alive, form of man, a human being made out of the remnants of burned dirt
All you, everything matters to the living and dying, it's All Nothing That Sparks Joy! It don't hurt!
No business to be here longer than the sufficient time it takes to make "X" that marks my spot
Where I was for a New York minute, seven continent rumble from a womb to a street mobster
Had it made in the shade, blessings from nowhere we comin' down like rain in a hot desert
Souls of the Many broken pieces of One, rollin' blunts for babies & kin, existence precedes dirt.
Now fire up that thang and do not even think about being the Bogart, don't leave your trash out
Uptown & downtown, in or out of the country from a civilized to the wild jungle of the route
Puns and wise-arse preachin' from a pulpit, sermons meanin' little or nothin' to nearly every kid
We knew who The Kid was from the get-go, alright to forget, #HellToTheNo, God's got CoVid!
Blood ran from the first conception, sparked by joyful Nothing cries of a symphony, pop a Void
Grown from microscopic essence to existence. animated rivers & rocks, fish swim It to avoid
We'll be lookin' to pull them out and eat them with the grain and bread we mixed from a weed
Healed the wound that never happened in the first place, all a daymare at night, God-DNA seed.
Sheer viral expression of a calculated perennial conundrum, WTF happens if you croak?
On clouds in heaven? Come on man! Meeting dead folks you descended from, hilarious joke
Montage of relic things you said & did make no difference to the journey down a real, Holy One
It's about compression & depression expression, fission's fusion is dago red wine & my .44 gun.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, December 2nd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 0830 hours PST
{ Drafted jammin' to @RevBullwinkle in a loop's #TwilightZone, ad infinitum on youTube link
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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