PTSD IN MA & PA WORLDWIDE BATTLES, DON'T GIVE ME THAT
HAPPY VETERANS' DAY BROTHERS & SISTERS *
To be or not to be me's the question to those who gave it all, suicidal thug-life's New York Minute
It doesn't matter if you are personally hopeless or helpless being an all too human being in orbit
Around in a circular jerk all about the sun, a burning out old star spinnin' down a black hole debt
Blown away before the end of the battles for rice patty dominance, rights to the last kiss of mud.
We all are not dead yet, some of us lived past our duty to God & our country, no time to zoom
Tell me what my dad told me way before I actually knew what he meant, nobody knows anything
Meaning that knowledge itself was impossible for any human to accomodate, Truth is a vacuum
Live every day as if it's your last on Earth, that way you may be wrong but just do the right thing.
Never act to intentionally hurt or hinder another human unless injury's required, then kill a fish
For cracked nutcases without a moral compass may or may not present themselves, raw hot dish
Here and now you're just dreaming that you were in a war's battle, we died slowly way too young
On foreign soil, blown gaskets leaked the fluid needed to stay alive & conscious, dead and gone.
Blowin' #Taps, closin' the door again for the bones underground, not dust in the forty winds
I was here and enjoyed the fruit of the sacrafices my dear species' kin, old dead kids' rewinds
None too proud to beg for another day and night but the fact of life cannot be a factoid skit
Meaning nothing other than this Struggle to Survive is true but the alternative is a finale exit.
Buzz of snowflakes comin' down outta thin air lighting weightless upon a hot Space, God schitz
Or maybe it was just a random, luck of fixed draw in the tripping collisions of atomic cool aid
Improbability is the subject and predication is a necessary condition for comprehension's fits
Check the correct boxes & fill in the correct, blank multiple choices, are you in a 3rd grade?
Shine on infrared-cosmic waves of grey/black skies, shoot up & burn troll lip's on a word scree
Electricity costs less today, y'all than it did fifty five years ago, hail stone Mt. Rushmore POTUSi
Once I'm long gone, you'll be too one day before or after me, only then, bada bing bada boom
What it means to be dead, just like before conception in a womb, annhilation in a stoney tomb.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER XIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST
{ Drafted without any #TrendingTweet while listenin' to #OldiesButGoldies @Carol by @NeilSedaka & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/WRStPjlBJqk }
* @Natalie_Wood at the bottom! #RIP NAT!
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