#FOOLS & A #FlyOnTheWall

MIXED-UP FOOL'S SPOT EXTINGUISHED, A SPECIES EXTINCT, ALREADY GONE WITH OR WITHOUT A RADIO FREQUENCY'S WAVELENGTH

Bottoms up whether you approve or not, it's a way to survive

Either in or out of the game, with or without the rules I live

Players will win and lose in Time and Space, a reason I rhyme

Common denominator I terminate at will, a power of One line.

An angle when two lines meet from {.} to a one eighty degree

From silence of an atom to the split apart unity, a con duality

Appears as the form of the thing itself, a shape of it's Hole

Bottoms up or all the way into the holy cave, sucked my pole.

Men and women failed the exams, didn't pass muster for wins

Losers who always knew that they were, fish in flight for sins

Created in the image and likeness of the unknown, empty set

Straight out of a Void, deeper & as far out as a funky debt.

Bleeding streams, consciousness flows, Cause of atomic plasma

Observation, analyzed concepts & deduced conclusive Pa & Ma

Parental consent of the seeds & pods to replicate ad infinitum

Rocks hardened from the liquid plasma, far-Ott, stone dumb.

Home runs batted in from a box next to a plate, cork in pine

Makin' the inner wood like a rubber sling, shootin' a foul line

Monkeys could play but they can't follow rules, cheater apes

Directions to deal cards or roll dice, done-in, I drunk grapes.

Sudden impact when the end meets the original sin of my men

Crazy yet sharp dressed man as it was & always will be, amen

Cause first effected the rest of my air, shing-a-ling shebang

Emotional rescue for nobody, now, Nothing's a final sad song.

Not even if you are the most fit of the animals on the planet

You're no immortal angel with wings to fly out the upper set

Top shelf shot every bull's eye out of the target, for nobody

Not a god before or after my tour of duty, I bend over me.

Make the sign of a cross to let me know you know your reset

Sheer ignorance morphs to slices of rolled dice, wise axe fret

Died for the unborn and already dead and gone, but I'm atop

Error well played, way down as it's unknown, which way's up?

In a box, boxing into the ropes, in the four corners, all back

Bouncin' right back like a a rubberband man in a sugar shack

Broken down, shreds of sound, do-re-mi to low fa-so-la-tea

Miraculous extinction for fools in video or dream, a dead sea.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Jeudi, September XXIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Kicked this jam out while jammin' to #FlysOnTheWall & #FOOLS }

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