Tuesday, January 04, 2022

WAITING ROOM KIDS IN THE HALL OF FAME

Just in case you think you exist. just because you're dumb & omen thinkin'

I've got some news for you, as ancient as a hostess & hostos dogs huqin'

Broken days and broken feelings of faith, hope & charity of fake mortal sin

What I am, what you are, what It is, dream of all two humans, being amen.

Screamed some rhythm, blues and soul that turned to soft, harder rocks

Mind over matter material, atomic and molecular whiskey in a wine box

Punks pretending to know something, gettin' the golden dawn upon them

At a point of no return, a singularity can't be escaped, where I come from.

Flowed down the hill with the rest of the whiskey & wine, God was buying

Nothing is free, no liberty can mean anything if it's not a fightin' for a dying

As a mortal, human being here and now. I shall not, I shan't exist, I'll croak

An affinity to the trifles, trival occupations, sorrow's matrix of holy smoke.

If it's true that what the monkeys see, the monkeys all mock and do it too

Regardless of good or evil, the copy is a replica of the original, it's so true

That even the most critical analysis yields the Truth about the form of One

Exasperated and gasping for air that ain't there, eyes are wide open, son.

Journey to the next land you can't get a clue about, something's in stasis

Nobody can deny that the unknown is a problem to face, before or at It

A doorstep which may reveal that heaven's above & Earth's below places

It'd be a tragedy or a comedy if it's a play on words, in other words, #Chit!

In the strawberry & kiwi fields, the flower grows between them, THC teas

All in it for the highness of yours & mine, mercy of ing, demigod dead seas

Awakened from the dreams of slumber, light shines through the darkness

Unseen exposed to be a phantom of this operatic matrix, stardust of bliss.

Killed by elements or consumed alive by predators of the petri dish of DNA

One way or another mortality puts your mother, sister & brother into RNA

Faked out by a false move and interruption of coitus, my morbidity looms

Above as it should be, below as it's always been & always will, fly brooms.

Here we go again, run along, it's just fine, like spankin' a new knucklehead

Kickstarted, oil pumped, carb primed, glass-pak mufflers blow me down It

The road curves around all mountains, it goes up & down, comes in & out

Risky businesses sometime lose it all, crash is the end and then again not.

r j j stephan, i

c. JANVIER IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini Mardi @ 666 AMPST

{ Drafted this little ditty jammin' to @KidRock #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/W3EmxQCKsmw }

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