CRITICAL RACING & A WOKE RAT, FAKE FEAR OF TWILIGHT ZONE'S GATE
Ships sail from grandfathers' loins & grandmothers' welfare cash & food stamp living ends
In or out of the war and peace given to the good, bad and ugly who get OMG water bends
Truth is there is nothing but the below average lies about it, what it is, unholy fatal alibis
Calls from near or far from the origin, hearing is hard and inaudible, I read the soul's eyes.
Dead even with the blind & crippled left necessary & sufficient, corner of 5th & old Johnson
Just like back in the day's grade school of philosophy and a nudge to struggle on, thunder on
To the dance that started before you were born & it'll be here, you are so very, very unkind
As if you're not aware that you're drivin' blind faith into a dead end, fat bottom bottle sign.
In no time at all, all changes from how it was into how it'll be, a dragon bucket of Robinhood
Not long before you realize that noone gets to hold sweetness too long, it's all pretty good
Small 'g' is the precious son of a precocious One & only, alpha beta boulevard's ugly red spill
As it is above us, so it will be the same way down below here's now, two wheels of overkill.
Symptomatic of the feeling, smells, sounds tastes of the waste of MASH hospital blue bloods
In the pool, warm as the sun and nourishing as the nipples of the goddess' rosy rouge buds
Something stands in the way only if you & I allow it, it's an impediment to one #TicTok toke
To foster our failure of the mission, to avoid the accomplishment of being one oh so #Woke.
I was full house, aces over queens & just put my entire purse to ride the easy, a dirty ruse
My hand was true but the loser thought not so he shot me in the head, now I am all dead
Got nothing but what I learned that time at the round table, no cheating, win and you lose
Your life in hands of sore losers ain't ever safe, you've got control over whatever I just said.
No balls to wrap a chain around another man's neck, a fair fight if it's hand to Johnson splat
Blood's fine until the ending, when someone calls The Force a rolling river of stars can't scat
Down lower than waist high, respect of the character & will power of the oldest idiot sensai
Under trees, learned the hard way, hit my head in a wide open state, six feet up, high to die.
Clearing your throat and the stage just to get some applause for an encore to the late finale
I wouldn't raise the curtain or unlock the stage's back door for exit, burned the house down
Hung out at the arcade until the murder of the kid who hit his head in a fist fight, he was me
Before my time, so used my deceased power to proliferate the burnt leaves of Moe & Mary.
Under the apple tree there's no knowledge, that's under the cherry tree with the spit pits
Filled full of joy juice and sounds from heavenly angels who keep the rhythm & the beats
One to the many the stream keeps rollin' from mountain down to the sea, shackels unfair
Free to move about until the last gasp of pain, you never know when but why? Dead air.
Eternal sunshine only until the planet atrophies into a supernova or a neutrino toy particle
Humble yourself now or later, sooner the better for the sake of a peace of mind's fake hell
Created out of nothing but the crash of volcanic ash, genii who grant three wishin' to freaks
Peanuts, pistachio nuts OK, all food for rats to feed upon, acute pain's undiluted pipsqueeks.
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r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER 3rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST Mercredi Twilight Zone
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