CANDYBARS, DONUTS & BEAT MEAT OF A SHIP'S FLEET
The fortnight's been calculated for the two weeks you've got left to exist on this star dirt bit
What you've been doin' since infancy and all through the solo bone flight through a play skit
Chipped away at your invisible imagination until there was nothing left but an old black hole
On a pogo stick or underground where the diamonds, rubies & sapphires rule, slapshot goal.
Lard or the invisible spirit-ghost smoke of the thin air that rises to the sphere's stratus Ends
Nothing before you were conceived is the same it'll be after you've survived & deactivated
All in the name of Love, Faith & the vain Hope that something or someone outside here cares
About the fact that we're multiplying like a virus in a devolving descent into the caput Dead.
I know & you know nothing about the Faith in tales handed down from illiterate invertebrates
Spiders, snakes, flies, mammals, plants from core to the stratosphere of planet Earth's sin debt
We all have begun the trip, the cruise upon this dirty surf bed that I love to deep dive for baits
Hung upon the hooks, going with the flow of the current, up or down from the blindest dates.
Only you & I know what the fair game is since we've created the rules & laws of Monkeymen
I pack both a bag & some heat while I pack the court with my justice on high, on the downlow
Like you were, your brothers, uncles & aunts were and all of y'all still are until the ending Zen
Deep down, for the last Time in this microscopic Space, I be the God Am I a clown candy men?
Barkin' up the right tree since there's only One, single tree of knowledge, an aces high wisdom
Royal flush ace high or just a pair of deuces in a sluice box without being a winner, loser dumb
Great pretender Butch being a Margie for the mix of DNA if and only mutation is natural select
Program that can't be amended after the conception of the data, counter-evolutionary insect.
Here's a salad to toss, a cornucopia of altarboy inter-conjunctions, God's Earth, bein' grooved
Transformation of the grim reaper's leftovers, in cadavers' cartoons, animated beef, T-boned
Stocks up, Oils up but will someday cease & desist, stone silence leaves nothing to be proved
What it is, eternity sucks hectic life/wind out the Void, everyday awaiting God's SHIPS, stoned.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, March XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Jammed out the Void while hooked up with the @SantanaIII link @ https://youtu.be/amEer__zXdE }
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