#LaughingAtTragedy #CryingAboutComedy #KickinTheGodsArses

THAT'S END OF LIFE SPARKY, NO ROOM IN THE WOMB

A balcony leaves you apart from me, I will never rise to your side, you've got to jump

I'll catch you, I promise, just pretend like you're gonna die & I'll save your hot hump

Bones and the bloody skin are left once the spirit got annhilated by the Void's dump

On the borders of the dirt that dried up the H2O in the toiletries' scent of God's rump.

Drafted or volunteered huge little difference, you live & you're gonna die, bottoms up

Talking using dialogue between three humans speaking identical linguistic anomolies

Father, son, ghost of mother's hatched egg, infantile misery on the way to seven seas

You & the rest of it all other than me, y'all have this temporary eternity in a tea's cup.

Chief of the whole tribe singing the very first Beatle's song ever heard, "Tell Me Why"

It's very simple to comprehend, nobody knows anything but most pretend for a sanity

Dream you see with your inner eye tells the Truth to like it or not, all there is, is glee

You ain't the thing unless you're Nothing, can't identify if you can't rock, please Me!

Trippin' over my own feet because of my pigeon toed gait, out of my control to be

A lone being on the middle path between heaven & hell, Space & Time Out, I'm free

Until further notice, when signs posting up ahead of the Twilight Zone's land, Dead

Just a chump from the corner or the inheritor of the golden fleeced calf, it's all lead.

No gold here and now except deep in caves or rollin' down a river, America downlow

Going to bury or drown the living fish as much as possible if I cannot snort the blow

Absorb the photons, eat the dead flesh & marrow in the bones of Montezuma halls

All trippin' in a somnambolistic chimera, imagination's dissolved in scat bubble balls.

Sporting the evenhanded cheaters who have no idea what justification of wrongs is

It's repaying the karma injected into the genome, into the DNA of stupid idiot fools

I know just like only you know what it means to be mother and father of divine Self

It's an 80-1 #RichStrike of the nag or the bay, I don't care, we don't care, weed shelf.

Kill your inner baby pretender to the throne that it's missed the boat, trip's all over

You can't sail on dry land and can't fly without wings or superman power of a lover

Coming around to the end of the story, the paint of tattoos on trunks and limbs too

Skin erased of the blue and red ink, tattood a tear or two on a cheek, play dead fool.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, August XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 PMPSt

{ Correlated mind & body to yield this gem jammin' to @BeavisAndButtHead #UntoldTruth link @ https://youtu.be/MXgmYid5r0E & #HangFire @RollingStones jam @ https://youtu.be/3xbtlW16Gts }

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