#CareerAdvisorRetired #FigureItOutInABrickHouse

 

DISGRACE, IN A DRAG RACE FOR ONE HAPPY ENDING

What kind of a piece of refused, digested food are you anyways, mortality just driftin'

I know what I know & it's impossible to hold Truth within my head's safari, I'm surfin'

Liberty in a livery stable, where the haystacks meet deep underground on hickory dock

What good does all of the evil do for the ones who are about to spend life on the clock.

Father gave me the wheels to roll with ease, up and down the second city's boulevards

Fallin' in love with my high school girls 'cause the college girl sisters all moved far away

Pennance for the guilt of the Catholics, Christians who fall for Blind Faith's rockin' roll

Godman-made, unarmed missiles of an atomic age's atonement of a Lapis Lazuli soul.

Holy hard rock, core to surface, dust trash of one Big Bang, leftovers, a fractional zero

Pink punks and the mater intercoursers who cause every effect until a singularity blow

Implode on the self & the elements of hydrogen & oxygen, annhilating mortality's sin

Check out this tale, you are an instant conception, planned or not, to live, to die, begin.

Monkeys aping the activity of culture, living, mating, dying, ad infinitum, mock divinity

To not be here now & never to have ever been here at all is UNREAL, out of the picture

I think, therefore we all are the thing itself, the Earth's animated bug-like bones of God

If we ain't divine then we're exhaust-garbage, shadows in black UV light, we a hot, rod.

Spelling, phonetical appropriation of the Word, sound of the spheres, to be & not to be

Repeat once more & then don't stop until you're as naked as a day you were born free

Grim reapers perfection is that there's no consolidation, it is what Is & it's everythings'

Matter, cosmic dust to smithereens as if there's no infinite father, sons or holy ghosts.

Born to be aware, to be conscious of being alive, above or below this here thing itself

Orphaned or raised unto fruition, poor and rich terrestrial funk, ladies' germs top shelf

Evil lurked within then came out for the party, worn out from the drug & booze stupor

Entered a genie's bottle & got held back forever without The Rub, a Wish, Holy Whore.

I heard the shotgun shell load into the chamber's slide to sever life from the organ fair

3.14 everything under this burning 'pi' of gas consumes itself, for the sake of the Terre

Eaten in a garden of paradise grass, the one who has it all, the One almighty thing I am

Consuming all of the cache, as a bone of meat, my form's dream ends, a shaman sham.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted out of the infinite empty Void while listenin' to 2 1/2 hours of the Sweet Memories of #MotownGreatestHits link @ https://youtu.be/J3WwuW1Ebyc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?