NOTHING'S AS HOLY AS JELLY CHUCKLES IN DEEP SPACE SCAT
Of my gang of ones that mitotically divide to cause a replica of self to appear over here
They came from Nothing and seriously are something but even they don't know what
Maybe divine or human or some other species of life form, it's intelligence in Sing Sing
From a guess, educated or ignorant, it's no better than asking for something for nothing.
In the name of the sons of this anarchy against the solar system's function, galactic factoids
Punks and junkies are just too cool for school and think that things themselves are androids
Ditches appear out of nowhere at the deep end of the mud hole, it's a sin awaiting suffering
Not that you want it but Karma must be repaid when you disturb the balance, you're paying.
Discover the lies and the truths involved with the miracles of the moment, lucky to be alive
Could have been different with those nine cat's lives, I got one & that's what I've got to give
The rest of the story is a future shock of History that hasn't happened yet, COVid will blow it
Nobody to blame but yourself since you're the only one in the room with the cause & effect.
If you don't laugh and you can't cry then you'll die laughing when you find out you're trippin'
In plain language, the lights & action in front of your very eyes is exactly the same as dreamin'
Faith, Hope, Charity, Compassion, Pity, Selflessness of the conscious person, one bored of It
Meaning that this here is all there is, that there unknown comedy & tragedy, untied to be fit.
You all know what we all know, Time is short and you get no more than shares of hind teats
Cocksure that it's all a matter of Space between the things that DNA replicate as senate seats
Kids as the baby goats or young humans from a 'hood before or after midnight frenzy sublime
Bums kept off the railroad tracks, they just want to be the choo-choo trains, droppin' a dime.
Knives in the backs of the allies, enemies makin' out the solution to the revolution, live-in sins
Sins against my grandfathers' mothers, all their lives spent avoiding acute pain of straight pins
No way on the runway if it's only one way or the other, forked road it's not, straight & narrow
Reflected skull & bone potheads & evil genies in my hologram skin, god's dam #10 genius Ho!
Kids gone up & done what I never could, survive in the teenager body, joined a USAF sky blue
Inside of the War, there were no battles with my privilege of being an eldest son of three too
Been around the block and the clock, it's not all it's cracked up to be, I came out of a tiny one
Stillborn outback ghettos, upon cliffs of guffawing gods & 69 @RedChuckles' just for fun, son!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, April XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
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