TIMING'S EVERYTHING, FUNK FORMS THE EARTH FORCES, SPACE SHATTERS
Mitigate your mothers during your fathers' intercourse and flesh beats, to be a denominator
Underneath the soil and burned out solar TNT, we're still here or at least we're at the door
Ready to open or to keep it sealed up closed until the ends come without warning, The End
Not a baby's game or a child's playtime but a death of your life I'm nitpicking, return & send.
Grandmama always told me the same thing, "Monkeys see, monkeys do!" well I just knew it all
Nothing is what it turned out to be, I knew Nothing at all about the causes and effects of the fall
Fumbling footballs, dropping flies and touchdown passes, missing the goal, the net, the hoopla
Downed and off-line, the spirit's drunk on the pollution standard of DNA, humanity's Delta-9 ska.
Bunch of the scat that comes right back to you as you turn around to walk away, it's deep in blue
Turnin' purple and black as all the things themselves do when runnin' out of the psycho-verve hue
A thing itself, a conglomeration of glue-ons form a union of 208 bones, a myriad of configurations
Ten commands to follow to be One with this universe, don't do this don't do that, all One, Man.
Panties were in a bunch, I can't lie about that, can't keep 'em out of my baby's groove, all is done
Gifts for the days of birth, yours and God's were unexpected pregnancies of the matrix, I am 71
Decades of decadence and defiling the innocent and wild-eyed who shuffle on boardwalks' bones
My field artillery is armed and ready for action, gunpowder is the chemical of the Big Bang's fun.
None of us were at the origin's explosion, probably none will be at the finale of the apocolypsing
Right where you were before your folks conceived your being in the womb of darkness, holy God
All you need to know is you're here and you're gonna die, no reason other than luck of a drawing
Cherry wine for all, on the farm it's all apples & cherries for the pies high in the sky, off Cape Cod.
Apemen and their progeny given to the daughters of EVE's ADAM, shinin' light on the monkeys
Darlings of the hairless, exposed skin color to separate the chaff from the champion wheaties
Blank minds in the darkness' nighttime, everybody's identical until the morning's dawn of light
New York to Peking to Moscow to Paris and London, common ground is all in heaven, God might.
Invisible like your spirit-soul, atone alone, creative creator of Space's dimensional Time's inlines
It has no movement, it's unmoved & in a stasis of function, unliving, undying, blue jazz & whines
Don't die before you discover why you're here and now, it's the tricky things that count, my son
Infinity & War battles to destroy funky pride, blurred lines erase east Indian ink, so, "It Is Done!"
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER XXIIIrd, MMXXI Anno Domini, Jeudi @ 4:59 AMPST
{ Concocted out of Oneness, translated from Japanese while listenin' to @JonnyLang HITS LINK @ https://youtu.be/LNdF9BQacqE }
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