MUCH MORE COWBELL FOR ME & MY KIN, TROJAN DEAD HORSES, YOYO!
Congames take a lot of time to perfect so you can scam & escape without detection
Board of Directors have their Boss, no identity or location in Space and Time, it's a sin
Yet, the inexplicable is reality, on a burned out ball of dirty star stuff, a petri dish sun
A star's acid recombinant forms of life and it's inevitable ending, pray it don't happen.
Open the ears & eyes, of course it's too far to smell, taste or touch, God's a joker, son
It's you that's not in on the joke, you are indeed one of the jokers, there are too many
The revolution around the elliptical, gravitational collapses of Time warped Singularity
Get ready to see the naked Truth for what it is, wo-men who want to foul up The One.
Zoom to the end of the line, it's a finite, thin One that can't stop moving in cosmic love
Compassion for our sworn enemies, they wanna do their wills' bidding, below or above
Angels or red, white and blue devils or the matrix of their universe, can't make this up
What happens in 2051 when I'm 100 years old that year, 30 years from now in stirrups.
Common ground above the stratosphere and at the middle of Earth's core, molton lava
Hot liquid rock rollin' down from volcanoes to the sea, up river, up country mocha java
We all read about it, that we need or want it, give me some water without poison ink
Forms from virus, bacteria and the conglomeration of shapes, creation's accident stink.
Idiots mocking the morons and vice versa, ad infinitum without a schism in Time's lines
The calculus is clearly a function of the genome, imagine a stick & ball construct of God
A holy punk who hung out on the corner full of orphans from the orphanage's enzymes
Some girl, some woman, some sister, mother or daughter didn't know, bleedin' blood.
No joke without a punch line to laugh at or at least appreciate the humorous half backs
Who catch & run with their balls in hand, don't bounce straight up or down under sacks
Sad but true, we're all gonna die, depressed or happy as a lark, matter & energy voided
Collapsing an expansion of atomic nucleii, eyes wide open in the tower of Ho, Undead.
Punks & thugs populate One's genome of orphans, motherless children, girls' uptown
A sharknado will twirl around 'til the graves shovelled dirt on jaws full, it's goin' down
I lost my smell, lost my bad taste and I can't feel anything because my skin's frozen so
It's 32 degrees & I'm as cold as the ground of a red dirt road, frostbitten as my toe, Joe!
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r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST #MardiFat!
{ Die, live a day or 300,000 nights on Earth, it's the same old song it used to be, jammed this out listenin' to #MoreCowbell & @SteveWinwood #Valerie in a loop @ https://youtu.be/cbKNICg-REA }
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