FEAR LOVE'S JUGS & HOMELESSNESS' COVID19
Shoopantz not on my feet while I'm still alive, on the other hand there's Nothing
For boys and girls of these continents on this planet, orphaned or well bred too
All of y'all have needs and desires to survive the desolate game you're playing
It ain't my fault, you're an idiot, a moron, extinction's evil genius, Omicron Flu.
Killed, gone & we're gone a hundred years from now, holy bargain of price pods
Conception, birth, death, infinity and a wisp of wind reminded you of the gods
Punks for the dream characters to accompany the grand illusion, infinity's mine
Not even close, not a millimeter of infinitesimal DNA/RNA charm to be so fine.
Apes thinking about it and clearly deducing the conclusion, there is no Nothing
And then here we are in the centerfold of the twilight zone's playmates, singing
Freedom and dependence on the matrix for the air we breathe, it's all we scream
Hope for more ain't for me, I have this, I got this, Time constructed a wet dream.
Faith and Charity recommended for the sheeple, Hope of the Hopeless' scent
Corpses we'll all be, think about it or not, facts are facts, that's no bull's scat
Question everything and you'll find in the end, not even one human is #Woke
What it is to be a human, to be woke is to know you might die tonight, #Broke.
A human must animate the energy and matter according to the program scam
It's a code that precludes any beer for my horses, no Black Jack Daniels I am
Cold feet and nothing but shoepantz in sight, still gotta animate the 208 bones
A will to survive the best and the worst of the civilized kids with free i-phones.
No more Socratic method being downloaded to the young, they've got the skips
Classical literature or on-line NEWS honkies deliver the Word to genius minions
Playing ball or spectating the game with blinded eyes and deaf ears, dumb lips
Will to be alive, in this dreamlike matrix of gloom, doom and ecstatic, holy sons.
Categorically imperative i-Phones are the substance of the species, essence esse
God blesses you when you sneeze, but why? You allowed your spirit an escape
To leave your bones for the ether, above & below, here, there & everywhere else
Truth, GOD, Justice, Platonic & Socratic wisdom's funeral pyre, Superman's cape.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, Janvier XVII, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 0659 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @Armstrong_GettyRadio on @ksteam650 link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }
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