HOME TO THE ASTRONAUT, EARTH DIRTY WATER AND LOVE
Filibuster this you mothers and fathers who believe that there's a life after death, a sham's bet
Pick life after death's unknown and you'll get there for certain, as if there's a higher boondoggle
Than the one with your fingers on the trigger/keyboard, thumbs up or down to the empty set
Final ending after the stage is cleared in a Super Nova, bytes to smithereens, Nothing to google.
Completely adept at living and dying on one of the seven continents of mixed up monkey shines
Picked up from their elders who knew nothing more than a rock, a pebble or a bud of the pines
Punks and the elders in rehab homes who'll never leave their drone-like American heroes, pills
They are round and easy to swallow with a little bit of help from the H2O gas, to fuel the shills.
Purple skin where the bruise hurts in the middle but not in the bitter end, Nothing feels so good
No evil at the place where nothing is left to breathe in and out, what's the matter with GD hell
Contact high with the climate change low, knowing the Earth has a spin of it's own, a Robinhood
Ready to exhume the owner and the designer, the creator of the matrix' position to buy and sell.
I'll put your mind at ease, you'll Be the power guided to rise to the hilt of Cream, fake milk spilled
Or get drunk by the prisoners of the war, war against Evil to Live forward and backward, tin foiled
Common yet extinct forms of things that used to be alive, out the doors of perception prize fights
Apemen forms of giants' ghosts at the End of our Days, spoken words, original sins, apple's bytes.
In the cave of monks, history is written on the wall with the blood of dead ones, old & in the way
Putrid tastes & rancid smells entering the pure halls of newborn orphans, raped by ma & pa rays
Historical and hysterical at one and the same time, your last chance is revoked, follow your leader
Who is your leader? It better be YOU, not him or her because they'll try to make you get higher.
Mind on the edge and off of the cliff, falling into the abyss without any bottom, no core, nothing
Bums & junkies, a browsing bunch of n'er do-wells, wannabe brokers of FOX #gamestop cellphones
Hot, luke warm on the frozen stiffs we bury in boxes underground or in tubes of ash human bones
Back to phonebooths and landlines, shut down towers of power, doom I say, you know the thing!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, January 29th, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Jammed while listenin' to @Journey HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/KDQrMoksJ4Q }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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