@TigerCats my #pops' tattoo
IT'S NOT FOR ME TO SAY, EAT, DRINK & BE MERRY FOR TOMORROW...WELL YOU KNOW... @hotdogs @hogjowels & @kangaroos
Contemplate your own umbillical chord's knot in your solar plexis, it's the generator
Of all the men and mice you see and trap in the claps & applause for the terminator
Heroes and heroines at the beginning to lead the way toward a holy, final bitter end
Where brave men and women fear to go, it's the finale of the play, it'll be over then.
For no reason and without much rhyme in the Time anybody gets in Space, it's a Word
Made out of mud and blood and high alcohol ale & fruit of the vines, in a tiny flip bird
Aftereffect of the original cell mitosis and abandonment, here we all are, now all y'all
Know more than your ignorance has led you, you thought it was angels' heaven & hell.
When in any reality ever seen & paid any attention to, there's The End in sight, all God
Also known as the Unknown, the X factor between eternity and your final red hot rod
On the road, cruising & then speeding at the top velocity, exceeded gravity in the back
Above & beyond the clouds and calls of duty, nothing but you & the sky, blue on black.
Funky finks moving the rules and regulations around the helm, to avoid the dead men
Amen to the ones who have ceased their quest for immortality, it's over when it's over
Don't shoot the messenger, bury the hatchet in your mother & father in heaven's gate
Gods and the beatles left in the cosmic soup juice have consolidated their useless fate.
Subjective without being objective, I'm always right and I'm never wrong, it's on point
Where all followers go is where leaders have already gone & came, at a corner joint
Drunks that drank the bottles of liquid fermentation of grains, hops in a bottle's glee
All forever the death of our ancestors and may even be the dissolution of invisibility.
Nobody is left to listen to the words of your reason and rhyme, extinction is historical
Ending without a rerun, no academy award oscars or emmy awards for the hysterical
Feeling and then being totally numb in a second, that's what it's gonna be, no problem
I ain't the one who created the matrix, Truth be told, your love will die, you & all them.
Monkey milk keeps you alive until you find out that survival forever is impossible, gods
Ain't none, not even One, don't really care about the ministers & pope's priest hotrods
Cowards wait for the orders and get blamed by the other cowards who cower under it
Rocks, stones, pebbles even boulders are all the remnants of this Dirty Sun Dust skit.
Playing parts and in the acts and episodes denoting the goofy blood, sweat & tears
Drama is what you see, it's what you get once you are conceived in religion's fears
Of sinning against the laws, commands, the rules of the ones who are dead in a ruse
They never come back, I ain't afraid of no ghosts, no spirits, no disembodied booze.
Ready for what's next if you know nothing other than what you knew before ma & pa
They taught you & if they never existed, you'd know nothing more nor less than GA
You're playin' a long or a short game with no known expiration, without a time to fly
Foodstamps keep you alive in a tent, smokin' junk, all god's bums just waitin' to die.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, June VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ #GotSmokeWillTravel blasted while jammin' to @WARtheBand #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/BsrqKE1iqqo & @CheechChong @ https://youtu.be/Uu2Tu8f0218 & @AaronTippin #KissThis link @ https://youtu.be/gaVnU6yHwSI }
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