ME & #BLACKJACK, WORD UP-IN TENNESSEE
I almost aborted the mission in the middle of conception, I always cut Time too close
To the deadlines that come and go for no reason at all, just because you think it's OK
I know & you know, actually you don't know like I know but it ain't my fault red rose
Lined up against the wall with the punch line to make you laugh your derriere off, gay.
Monkeys in no manner, shape or form can abort their fetuses at will, only woman can
Men have no choice to attempt saving the species from annhilation, just extinction sin
Ape philosophy of cause and effect, language of signs and sounds of micro aggression
You don't know you're being assaulted until you have no defense & just all too human.
Bungle in the jungle, concrete or asphalt or dirty, rotten plant fodder, buried manbone
Free to shut the intercourse up inside of your jaw, popular vote's a mail-in ballot to fly
Breed until you can't breed any longer, pass on the DNA if you can, it's a roll of the die
Mongrels and immortal spiritual souls that can't be seen by eyes of black light's vision.
Kill nothing but things that qualify as a product of divine cause, fission-fusion stop sign
Liquid rock, magma blowing it's top thirty two miles high & falling in gravity's collapse
Theoretical mathematics and scientific progenesis of something born in a blacker hole
Darker than looking deep down in the Earth itself, cosmic light of day's blissful shine.
So, to be One with the Many although it appears impossible is the Way of sychophants
Eyeballs both removed when they were both fine, now blinded without the black light
Knowledge and wisdom coming into view, a catastrophe full of the animal scat refused
By the mouths of babes, all too human alien survivors without A Word, without hands.
Apes, bacteria and the rest of infinity's conglomeration of spicy times, overruled, abort
Don't think twice about this or anything else, never second guess the final guess short
Nevermore to know the actual Truth about the things and the origin of matter's junk
It's injected and consumed within to be discharged back to recycle the One, It Is FUNK!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, June XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ #ContactOriginalSinnersFor #OverturnThisMoron drafted while jammin' to @DarylHall & DianeBirch #LifesTooShort @DarylsHouse 8-15-2009 link @ https://youtu.be/9LldYz2M8h8 }
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