ON SMOKIN' 'EM IF YA GOT 'EM, IT'S THE WAY IT IS, #ENDS LIKE THAT, FREE
I've got some good news & some bad news, LIFE'S short & this delivery's god's dam priotity
If and only if you don't or can't respond, then I shall divulge One's constant fake inferiority
Down deep in the psyche which hardly anyone knows, it's an ego & an id Big Punk Fussin'
Glasses fogged & my contacts have been reduced to a microdot of cosmic, political dustin'.
It's alright now & then to fall if you've got the abilty & wings to stop before the RR tracks
Keep in mind, only a fool depends on another body, friend, relative or fake diamondbacks
You have you, your self and your ego, your super ego & Id, all in the One in a 208 bone set
Nobody makes it out of here and now alive, Past time is in all of our futures, git outta debt.
Rose colored glasses got blurred lines, straight & curved in the imaginary Time's outerspaces
Funk and the wagging of the dog & cat tails complete the mission of random Big Bang faces
Pears, apples, grapes, cumquats, cherries, bannanas go right through the canal, I'm still born
Grow from infant to elder veteran of foreign war nobody blamed the Real Foe, POTUS Nixon.
Looky here now son, if you don't like the Truth, I ain't givin' a hoot, you're opine ain't my mind
You'll expire and give up your ghost just like all the others, skin and bones of a hundred years
Caput after that stint on Dirty planet Earth, conjured name from the old, dead men foreigners
Not your mother, not your father, sister or brother, the way it is can't be denied, Life's a grind!
Don't ask me rhetorical questions, none are rational, valid, deductive reasoning for buyin' a farm
Meaning that humanity is all too human and not divine, One ghost roams invisibly without karma
Nothing good, bad or ugly comes out of the content, it's perfection in and perfection out of an It
Don't shoot the messenger, it's a short life you've got right here, right now, All the Way, yes it is.
Uninvited and split into a trillion shards of mirror-glass, rocked & rolled each piece's world of pain
Don't think about anything but the following thought, we don't know why but we're all gonna die
Weary, healthy, walkin', drivin' or runnin' or just rollin' and flyin', when it's over it's over you'll see
Thing itself began before you arrived, it's remaining for graves or dust balls, leftovers to be, Free.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER XVIIth, MMXXI AD @ 5:55 AMPST
#HappyBirthdayTwins #Debbie #Davy 12/17/59
#BTW David, TY for your sevice to our great country!
{ Cracked this out of the Kracken this AM while listenin' to @RUNdmc in a loop #TheWayItIs link @ https://youtu.be/_hN1SKVx31s }
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