I DON'T CARE AND IF YOU THINK I DO THEN WELL, CAN WE TALK?
Joanie Rivers knew and she took the answer with her to Valhalla or nirvana or way far out
From the alpha to the omega diamonds in my ears receiving the transmission of my shout
In any language of man, repeated & agreed upon predication of modified subjective objects
In the end for the prime omega frame of the sequence, coming to be and swattin' insects.
All of the moving things will die, they're all mortals here with us on the stage of mortality
You have no choice even if you think you do, I do apologize for being the one who told you
About the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and Peter Pan were real characters in one's mentality
Multiple personalities for you and I is part of our inheritance of Life On Earth, a sky of blue.
Speaking easily between the two of us, using our understanding of shameful winners & losers
Men & women in the millions, not bright enough to survive in the cyber-jungle of new grifters
Hyper-extended beyond a hair-triggered finger, udders to milk the Earth's cancellation opine
Mothers who invented invention, a dream we're dreaming within a dream, sun's moonshine.
When I'm gone, nobody will know I was here except the powers that be, they always do the do
Weird and repulsive as a spray of skunk's wet pungency, getting a handle on the A to the bar
Filling in the empty dosi-do painting on the wall which I decided was hung askew, I bid adieu
The peanut butter dust from the jar of my marbles, cat's eyes and the jumbos hooked me up.
Middle path ahead & an empty precipice to the east, west and south, further on up the road
Benign as a dream after one awakens from that stupor of the contorted joints and boner blood
Complexity is hard to follow with an inferior mind, such as the one I carry around for doomsday
Fanatic or casual observation of catcalls on the corner, where the perps walk & play the comedy.
If we can't talk, who will have a dialogue without becoming mad, at an AM/PM gas dump pump?
Showin' on screen entertainment as you pump the gold into the output of speed in pabulum lumps
Apemen & their masters have allowed the Truth to be known, as of right here & now, dime drop
Down on the low, struggling to survive like the Darwinian LaMarkians, animals' mortality trumps.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, March 11th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 2:02 PMPST
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FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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