STEEPER THAN EVEN EVE EVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT
God told her just like he told Adam, you have no free will, you don't need to know it all monkey
Forget about the reason for your creation, your existence and your ending before your sky time
Out of everybody's hands and it's all left up to random fortune being a wild card jack of rhyme
Your soul's gonna go where it's gonna go, nobody else will ever know, a rigor mortis autopsy.
Love you leave behind with the dormant dreams of mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers all
Finish their own lives all alone, without me as I do without them, still I keep it movin' in a ball
Around and around, rolling and sometimes rockin' and slidin' on thin ice or skiin' with a blink
Balls of fire and rocks of ice put the nature of the beast ahead of the naked ape's soon extinct.
Fished and speared my lunch and supper, even on the day I was gonna die, I'd devour the dead
What moved and died kept me alive, nourished my skin and bones until the DNA gene of dread
Dropped the dime on my legs and arms, made my arse lay down on my back, immobile & done
Curtains around my hospital bed is what I saw after workin' for the pleasure dome home drone.
After the fall, you got your fur and headed for the corner, that's where I could always find her
On the avenue, past all the side streets and cul-de-sacs, a place in the middle of nowhere spins
In an infinite circular jerk of special g-strings hangin' off our daughters and sisters and wives
Shut our eyes doesn't get it out of my sight, good luck with yours, I got mine, gettin' the hives.
Underground or overseas matters very little, you may come and go in some smoke signal puff
Neverland in your wheels rollin' up to the drive-thru speaker to order the double animal style
All on the maximum power pullin' 6 G's to lightspeed and boom, back in the saddle over here
Time isn't longer than 2 days to the next star system, heard monkeys are waiting for us there.
One female astronaut & Nano computer inside a neutrino, consciousness' mood ring of DNA
Mission impossible, faithless solo mission complete in a century of sweet dope on a display
Nine, eight, seven...before the failsafe is past, a point of no return produces the cut from It
No more mother Earth, no fire, no bong-on, nothing to do but get to an end, Bodhisattva chit.
In search of what can never be, I found it near Eureka, up near the goldmines of the 49ers
Monkey purse full of the profits of growing the alien weed, to comfort the peasants' kids
Hate learning for the sake of being able to read, write and point to China Covid on the lam
All sick and tired, all China wanted to do was use a germ warfare weapon on Wuhan slam.
Where's the weapon lab in the USA? It's a secret but China is not a secret, on the Boston kegs
Pushin' the tea out of old town out of upper, eastside by the #LSD where angels fear the dregs
Apes evolved into pushers & junkies, if not liquid or powder mainlined veins, up to the nodes
Immortal sentence for the original, mortal sin, being like God, down & go straight motherlodes.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, May 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Jammed while mesmerized by a @SteelyDan #CountdownToEctasy on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LzEZiyO_dp4 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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