WORSE THAN WWIII, POTUS GOT THE TONGUE IN CHEEK
In the night's deep sleep you've come to know the end of days, unconscious glee to be verve
Were the margins acceptable or have the profits & gains outweighed options for broken nerve
I & whosoever plans to read the rest of the random, common gibberish generated out of zero
We all began from emptiness and have filled the recollection faculty with undisputed in utero.
Punks from orphaned children who inseminated DNA cesspools with an evolutionary presence
Now have entered the beginning of the final stage of the birth of Cool, it's come & gone rents
Dead and gone or here and now, the ones who know don't tell anyone else, their secret is OM
At the concert, last row up there in the corner, still the sound heard from a block, eat bonbon.
Thought about it, let it roll around in my head, in my brain's mind, small function of rear #Ends
Permutations of the humanity and the dogs of war who kill on the drop of a hat or a high heel
Easy money to the twins & triplets of the margins, both narrow and wide, cook gold into lead
Dead in the middle of Earth's shadow facing Space without burning lightspeed, we drop dead.
With or without you & I, without our bones and teeth to animate the skinny sack of bad spirit
Good spirit totally devoid in this scenario, it's War and the dead have died, it's a moment of Id
What my ego means by the words that supply my non-existent super-ego with fodder for foo
To fight 'til the last straw is drawn and the short straw gets holy ghosts to move, just say boo.
Mindset in the middle of a mine field of cackling cow eating bulls' hitters, from the Oz lands
Above and below this 3rd rock from the sun, what's goin' on exactly is up for grabs, comical
Monkeys and all of the rest of creation seen & unseen, macro & microscopically subatomical
Think aborted, born, live or die, it's all the same twilight zone in the DMZ, Love every second.
Pilot the tanks & drones, eat cake & drive cold death underwater, at-sea burial to St. Neptune
God of the dirty bits of the solar system left over without the knowledge of the almighty One
Zero chance the Greeks, Romans or Babylonians knew more than we know, fake the cool tune
Archduke, Pearl Harbor, why Korea, why Viet Nam, why MidEast, #911 WW3's a cold war, Son!
by
r j j stephan,i
c. Mercredi, March 16th, 2022 Anno Domini @ 1500 hours PST
{ Drafted while jammin' to the @RedHanded https://youtu.be/7kcZEPTPIxY & postin' this poem on my blog @ https://rjjstephan.blogspot.com/ }
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