A SWORD IN A MORON'S HAND IS WORTH AN IDIOT ROLLIN' BLUNTS
There's a reason why you and I are here & now in this Space's place & this Time's slot of happenings
Whatever these night's mares represented, that is what needs analysis & conclusions of deductions
Song, music, philosophical arguments pro and con on the condition of electrolytes metabolizing guns
For the sake of the polar and Kodiak bears, the grizzly ones ain't afraid of you, want to eat your sons.
Bitter women & their learned sons who marry their daughters & sisters, ban daddy-baby 3rd encounters
Knowing that money can buy anything except the keys to immortality, there's a price for ; fluke-queers
Knowing nothing but what's been known and written before the dead had died, while they still scribbled
Words from the employers of pawns who sleep when the stars come out at night, work hard, die harder.
Ape meat and polluted running water, through the lead pipes with the freezone anti-freeze, mortal sins
Only faint sounds of someone digging or pounding a sledge hammer onto rock basalt, makin' diamonds
New Orleans to Vegas, my round trips took it out of an infinite smile of the moon, herbs just rollin'
To hatchery where the salmon and steelhead grow and spawn their life away, all due to global bleating.
Makin' a name for yourself, makin' bank for your service, conniving the words from hand to mouth
Dixie to Mexico nothin' but a thing & it's more than you know, or more than anyone can ever doubt
With or without me you'll come to an identical conclusion, Aristotle & Plato deduced a Chinese bat
Gods roamed without a purpose other than enjoying a ride from start to photo finish, a section 8 rat.
Whiskey and moonshine mixed together in a metal trough, for the party of the decade, my 7th decade
Fierce as I once was and a model of a man in the middle of a life sentence in a paradise that once more
As if y'all didn't know the reason for the trip of a Time you have with orphans and friends in this facade
Some are your kin and some are distant cousins of an identical grand parent from afar, abroad no more.
Alright to spark some rice paper holders of the sweet Jane, she's always under Smith & Wesson's gun
Pistol or revolver, a weapon like mama used to heist the Benjamins, got back my bullets, I drop dimes
On you 'cause I was old enough to let you know I'd be firin' an M-16 in two years, in a jungle o' fun
Unto nuclear missiles & DNA chemical mutations of X genome. rats & bats, dead I am too, the times.
I have both Plato & Aristotle on this venue, they both disagree with my premises leading to the Ends
Blind faith they used as the substance & form of their existentialism, what f'qn choice did they have
Deduction in the phenomenal world of sensation is about all that got in the way of our soiled Depends
Monkeys eventually causing the extinction of species, asexual healing and pending doom, holy rave.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, June 18th, 2021 @ 4:44 PMPST
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FINIS
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