GOD ALMIGHTY, A SENSE OF HUMOROUS TENDENCIES
For one last time, you move, a force within sparks a sanctum's stage of idiotic funk fun
Responsible for evacuation of God's bowels, moving silver & gold, an Earth of Zeus' son
Of the bottom feeders allowed to exist with impunity due to their nuclear missile stroll
Gods of thunder comin' down in a New York/Peking minute, dawn to dusk, let US roll.
Bums and junkies rollin' into the bus and railroad stations after they breached borders
Got in and won't be let out, ever, forever locked into the way of the American breeders
Not me of course, but there's some ugly ones, oughta morph into a man-hippopotamus
Consume the dirt and rocks in a monster explosion designed to return Earth to goddess.
Fun or strife, either way you're gonna die at the end, no spirit will rise above Earth dirts
You will be deep within the bowels of the station you've come to know as home sweets
Die or live a hundred years, more or less and you'll see nothing more clear than it hurts
That you've been abandoned by family and gods, all alone in the center of Id's defeats.
Never giving up unti the final desperate gasp & then a release of muscle power to hold
On to the bowels of the universe within the empty Void of the Cosmos' holy ghost fold
Invisible infancy and transparent eternity merge into the thing itself, left alone, heaven
No fire at one center of Earth's core nor the sun's effulgence of immaculate conception.
A mirage in the glory of unknown ignorance and naivety due to beginning in dark black
It's a womb of experience we all learn to know in that darkness & it's gonna come back
To haunt you, to remind you that you ain't all of that & you can never be, it's impossible
Acceptance of communion with X-factors before The Ends is what it's all about, in HELL!
Woe be tide you, sister used to say, the nun with the hooded robes without facemasks
We thought the brides of Christ had it all together, they had rosary beads clankin' tasks
Runnin' around with kids in the playground, keepin' them busy and distracted from sex
At some point down the road, separation occurred, segregation of the genders, all T-Rex.
Meaning dissolved into the failed genome of DNA infused rocks and salty mud of a Void
Black, no color, nothing to see here, don't even look around, up or down, nothing there
Man or no man, this is all there is here and now, rock, paper & scissors, I win, you lose
Woman or no woman, the better half is a wonderful hope and dream come true, a ruse.
Monkeys know it all, ask any of them in cages or in the wild, they'll tell y'all it, the thing
Bananas for you and everything else, all they need if food, shelter, sex and a refuse arc
Where all is wasted and digested for the fuel to run the system, power of pooh poohing
You know you want it, I do to but we've no choice, it's either live or you die, I'm a snark!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, August 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AM PST
{ #Jackedup this AM while listenin' to @PRINCE, link @ https://youtu.be/tTwyVNnfjzU }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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