#NoTimeForChumpsOrChimps #IAmMyGuyInTheSong #God!

PHILOSOPHER'S ROW, ONE TIME IN A JELLY ROLL, THE 'Y'* IS SILENT
I got the lead out of my caboose pops, you always checked my jive and it's all 'bout the 'mate
Check that pops, it's all in the way you play the game, know the rules, play out the game's fate
Hard roads to be above and below this plane of a geometric spherical cuboid, my mother's #Six
I had it and even though I was all gone from the year I knew I could escape the crowded nest fix.

Oldest son, eldest sibling and the One of the neighborhood hotties' apples of their eyes, The Guy
Me?  Yes, very understated, common, humble & cream of the crop, got loaded with cherry seeds
Nobody alive and no proof that anyone dead is even a micron better than a perfect ten, stars lie
Exception to the rules nobody knows, commandments or theorems to replace the lost corollaries.

Punky named after his grandfather, Punk, the big boy on the block until the Man & hoodlumhood
Mercy to the ones who blow away doctors & nurses who used to be the skin in the game's food
Babies die & babies live to be old men & old women who complain about living just to blow me
When all of the smoke clears away, blown by the jobs that dry up with the rivers of melted snow.

One day or another, can't remember, some #Karen or another, don't really matter, Eve's A+ #DNA
A smile and a laughing inner spirit showing what's hidden inside the skin and bones, form of #Ga
Uncommonly perfect, a spherical circle of 360 degrees or a cubed square of 360 interior degrees
Masters and Doctors of philosophers' Words, inclusion of alpha numeric scribble of divinity's seas.

Croon & play the strings, lit fires to twang the feelings inside, chills creep up your spine's mainline
One flame from the fire that went out like a light many astronomical units ago, a star's fate, mine
Momentum from standing still for eternity, being an Unmoved Mover, neither more nor less, son
World's been flown & sailed by US, neutrons we are, pole to pole, spun like an electronic proton.

All profits leftists left behind when suckin' rightists souls, mouths gape wide open, phyuq* fame
To the left or to the right, nobody but you and your wild guess hold the key to the padlock Void
Slipped away into the unknown or into the fadin' spark of darkness, as above, so below, a game
Talkin' to you, pHd woman, the doctorates of philosophy, teachers, dead poets' wisdom to avoid.
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r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, March Sixteenth, Twenty Twenty One Anno Domini @ 7:11 AM PST
{ #LikeAStampToALetter bled out of my gizzard while listenin' to @MaryWells #MyGuy in a loop, thought she meant ME!  LOLs  Hmmmm I report, you decide link @ https://youtu.be/2-0zdLN3u8Q }
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