#WheresThePoPoNow? #ReasonableIrrationality

A SQUARE'S  ATMOSPHERE, RUDE TRIANGULATION STRANGULATION

Nothing matters if something is right, that IS nonsense & isn't rationally streaming a river view

Punks & junk in their blood & bones, between the three meals every day, there's chit to poke

One long-john, a twisted concoction of leaf-life in a jar's logo-rich color, red, pink, violet & blue

Blown in & out of blood-lined red, white & blue gigs, same as it always been, life is but a joke!

Tolerate the disagreements because experience shows that all ideas pass away, like your folks

Inside of the newpaper is the old news from last night's bad news, there's never better looks

Analyze the conceptual formulation of your thoughts, to be precise, to read your meaning too

Not just the sound of the grunts and repeated ground-up beef of the morons who came thru.

Wrote books, the kids read & believed were sound and rational when they were the opposite

Didn't catch the disclaimer at the origin nor at the finale, it began & will end in a peep of fight

No match for the black hole's singularity, it's nature is to suck us all into the End's final taster

God inside you, inside me, inside every atom of hydrogen and oxygen, gods do not waste Her.

Spaced out & into pan-imagined world of baby minds trained by infidels & zealots, One's sons

Maybe many or the One, either way,  a sufficient condition, to be at war with my DNA's atoms

For Happiness & the pursuit of the Good, the assimilation of the Bad & the absorption of ugly

At the last gasp of air I get, it's all you're gonna get, you're gone the moment I die, poof, I see.

Nobody alive will get out of this life alive, everybody is giong to die first, body & soul, it's over

Blind faith deceived the forms of DNA to believe in the vacant emptiness being their Savior sir

Woman who bore them into this world had one precedent, a creator of Mankind's mortal sin

Burned everything in Space, collapsed into the Void's nourishing emptiness, forgot I'm . . . IN!

Play with yoyo's & spinning tops to pass the time away, on the wax floors of the holy, hot fire

Put this in your subjective pipe and smoke it, it's an object predicated by the pall-bearing pyre

Monkey virus aside, don't eat the meat, substitute the flesh & let it die in peace not like food

Common ground star dirt, kids beyond recognition, #FUBAR of Calculus, up yours, I was rude!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, May XXXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Conned out of my mind's eye this AM while loopin' @LouGehrig's 4 Homers in 1 Game, June 3rd, 1932 A.D.  on youTube #Viral link @ https://youtu.be/1x2MnvwYgkw }

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