PUNKED BY YO' MAMA, NOW YOU GIVIN' ME THE DOZENS
On one day before the last night you spend here in the middle of nowhere, miraculous creation
Of bacterial infections and viral spreads of microscopic miracles, born from a diehard Void of Sin
Only the facts are, sins are nothing more nor less than errors of the skies that keep us all winning
You are either deaf or dumb, you will die the same way, forgotten in ten decades of wobbling.
Coming from two fat lips, through a blind mind's eyes, 6 hundred sixty sticks on Route 66
Full throttle on the fuel pedal, time moves on the sundial and the grandfather of superdicks
Amigo and amiga walk alone, up and down the coast, crops will die, illegals won't eat for free
Pay the price of being born to the all too human, non-thinking conceivers of a rebellious scree.
Leaders and followers all go off of the cliff, nobody can stop the procession to the genome's ending
Extinction of the good, the bad and the ugly is immanent, no need to speculate on Time or Space
It is right here and right now, it's all on the up and up and there's nothing to stuff in your face
There is a lot of It, nothing is infinite, the things that are far up the creek in the monkey Sing Sing.
Lockup all bad babies, born to the immigrants of Asia, Europe, Africa one down, kill 'em in War
Keep 'em singled out, sequestered from being in the gang-incommunicado, a kiss below the lumbar
Keep the keys to the locks in the safest place of the warden's home, in the attic's crawling spaces
Peaceful transfer colored folk power, it's peaceful if there's peace, a show of strength on faces.
Remember before you were conceived? I thought so, you won't remember the day you die either
Impeach a heavy heart, clear resolve, impeach your own arse in 3 days, on the 3rd take the 5th
Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years or yesterday, All will clear the fog as the wind blows
An easy blow job, makin' love friction, more than humans can assimilate, run dozens, holy hose.
Dodo birds extinct as all current species on Earth'll be, that day there's a Supernova black hole
Putting your recycled matter back into the world from your pie & arse holes that live, holy soul
Minced meat of the dream in your head, brain stem damage to the cerebellum and the cortex
I am using your memory for the fodder to get to the Ends, close your eyes, cast your magic hex.
Shut the portal, the windows and the doors, upstairs and downstairs from nowhere you ever are
Fight like holy hell, be strong & recover the weak to assimilate those cogs into the machine star
Earth is a satellite and you're the germ attacking the solar system's galaxy, a universal particular
Suck in white smoke, blow out black coke, it's on the air, dig my soul, my #Tesla floating car.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, January 13th, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Drafted while listenin' to #Revolution by @TheBeatles on youTube in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/JZpKhjQh6rw & @ThreeDogNight #JoyToTheWorld link @ https://youtu.be/Dp7KfG9AjaY }
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