MISSILE DIPLOMACY? SI! FIRE AWAY!
Take aim, mid-stream, nobody wants to be woke in graves, wanna bet
Nobody likes a wet one, cold & a mess if you're not in a woke mood yet
In the china cabinet your mother loaded with valuables, you tipped it
Almost fell upon you & crushed you before you were six, back in '55!
Pusher's pull of babies climate's climaxed angel fallen to Earth, high
All confused about the nature of nukes, why will a whole world die?
One split atom theorized by a genius and made to launch at a godhead
It's above as below & you want to defend your people you annhilated.
At one time or another, being a foreigner on this cloud 9 puff of oxide
I shall not go out easy, I'll be kicking and screaming if I'm not extinct
We're not the people who devised rules for this planet's dead hot rods
We're the people who've united in states of being independent of gods.
Think about this #HotDog & #HamBurger, dead animals to eat or not
Covered up with garnishment loaded to the bottom of a tubesteak bun
Under the boardwalks, beneath the overpasses, turnpikes rollin' one
All around extinction of humanity is denied until the last robot & bot.
Mink stoles & Nike kicks to call-out the empty holes beneath a mamba
Snake wait to hiss & strike at whatever moves within reason's samba
Only you & I know that I'm not a taco but my taste is on higher ground
Unless I believe the lies told by lying liars, repeat ad infinitum sound.
Which border's the waterline for me & for you in this dire straits sock
East and West coasts of the USA in recession, recycling the depression
For the good, the bad & especially the ugly kids on the block, y'all rock
Cash in a cache as money's in the bank, as it's backed by pot leaf, son.
Sombreros & pistolas left at back doors of the house, jack's movie set
Or not to be satisfied, pleasure or pain of the suffering in painted face
Nuns, deacons and high priests have no indulgences, blessings, grace
No credit for you here & now until all gods are dead and gone in debt.
Way gone past the time in space when fish were jumpin' out of there
Crows & ravens on both my shoulders, that's how I woke it up in here
Talkin' with the lips from heavenly angels that formed the holy souls
Seven of them you can see, keep them closed, keep spirit's backflows.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, July XIV, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Cocked pistola in word form, #FireAway listenin' to @Chris_Stapleton link @ https://youtu.be/ZI-aPHeUDlk }
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