GOOD INTENTIONS OF MACHIAVELLI, REVOLUTIONARY STONE THROATS
Nobody calculates six sides, thirty six combinations' one to six, double die's womb of Homer cash
Only the empty Void above & beyond this flat ground that is wet or dry mud, left over allstar ash
A desert and the gas in liquid form, in solid form, in the form of sentient and imbecilic beings' kin
On the party and the pow wow for brothers & sisters who love the gods' dead wrong mortal sin.
You came and got your love from the center of what being is, a cellular divide and a soul infusion
To die for or to live for, you'll come and get your love if you have none, it's everywhere to back in
Parkin' in the no parking spaces just for the tow job, free to me, I just shop & drop, presto magic
Life of a reposession man or woman is the main tool of the loan sharks without a star, not a click.
Babies either abort or grow a minute in or so, a more brief moment in the millennia, just to die
Stone engraving with a name, date & clever sign or phrase, maybe if you're lucky to get respect
Many of the few who survive have no idea what happens when they'll die, a Pina Colada secret
In or out of a satiated hunger for being in the company of a body, anybody but a fouled up guy.
Curtsy & bow down at the waist if you must because in the end, it's not all about the Benjamins
We'll all see what Nothing looks like up close & personal, with or without our holy recollections
Elders of wisdom passing life philosophy's facts of life to the progeny from the ancestry of men
We're all here for no reason other than to man-up happiness & avoid pain & suffering women.
Because the First Cause preceded all of the effects which occured since that day Earth glowed
There's no way to be certain of any one Truth that we are the fools of a synchopated overload
But all the preponderance of evidence suggests that the situation's hopeless & we burn incense
We've no choice to settle down with brass tacks, it's all about strugglin' for life-death avoidance.
Reminders that the food we bite, chew and swallow was once alive and kicking above and below
Turning quickly into burnt calories for moving the machine we all are, wasted Time, we gotta go
I'll never be on my knees in my right mind, unless tortured to the brink of death, bambood nails
From Louisiana to a North Pole, I took the Mississippi with me, painted on my pirate ship's sails.
Entered the fray without knowing that predators would prowl around my poor little peewee skin
Got old and settled those scores, evened 'em up and they all took it on the chin, memory was IN
Guilt and the payback were a high price to pay for being a malfunctioning genome of the species
DNA didn't fit into the evolutionary process to be the one that survives the fitness' eggs & testes.
Retaliation can't be found when you find the end doesn't fit into faith's conception, how she rolls
The least you can do is come back & give the others left alive, a signal, signs like Dead Sea Scrolls
In swamps to the top of icy, snow-cap volcano montains, we used to be good to go with the flow
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends, throw snake eyes, intent's everything, no jobs to blow.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER XIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST
{ Dripped out of my mind while listenin' to @ZZTop RIP #DustyRhodes LINK @ https://youtu.be/OzxjkXfSVd8 }
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