I WANNA DRIVE HOME, BLOWN TULIPS OUT THE TWO LIPS
Clear and future danger that will turn from present to past in a NYC duck blind
Not only are you right when you're wrong, you're even left when tagged right
A paradox of the parrots and parakeets who fly within a gilded cage barroom
You care as much as any other person for the forgotten matters all left behind.
Bums and junkies fill the empty spaces with the alcohol & scat smell of the Dead
Assume you're right about your conclusions, then what will happen? Extinction?
Immortality of invisible souls that come out of & return to an unknown location
I am here as well as the rest of us, only you know like I know, we gotta have bread.
Both kinds, sandwich holders and the Jack, the Cabbage, stoked Cash money of fools
Spent it all, blew it all, got some more, spent all of that & invested the rest, I'm Rich
Not the wealth, it's the name of a swingin' dick, nicknamed Rich for sake of cool man
Smoked 20 in a pack for years, still alive and the lungs have atrophied into silt/sand.
I will never respond ever again, it's silence of the bacteria and virus within, soft kill
Ready to fade into the darkness of the sunset, an illusion of the mind, no sun to rise
Therefore, it cannot set, yet it does from our perspective's points, rearview of highs
Out of sight & mind, therefore I am nowhere to be found by anyone's hindsight lies.
Blowing the hell out of the concepts analyzed for the propositional logic to be apropos
Broken down to the common denominators of the One numerator, a fraction of a Self
Maybe half or less, possibly as little as a molecule or an atom, charm teat sub-neutron
Chargless waiting for a positive proton or a negative electron to stimulate the one sun.
Pick out some flowers from the garden of Eden, they will never die, don't panic, relax
No way to get to Nirvana while you're alive on the planet, if you go there is no return
One way, two way, freeway to heaven above, the only way to get down under below
Cultural norm, dot in the middle of nowhere, matrix' fear factor, so pucker up & blow.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, 3-26-2022 Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST
{ Drafted this gem out of the empty Void while listenin' to @SebastianManiscalco crackin' punch lines link @ https://youtu.be/iuVVUl3YL7o }
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