WHO ARE THE ARCHANGELS UP IN A TREE OF APPLES, SHOCKIN' MONKEYS?
The fix was in after I got all jacked up, I forgot that I was allergic to a seventh son
Not a shot of hooch or swig of ale, Tequilla to Seagrams I drank in the darkness
Joking and kidding about the reality given by the factoids of life, alive & American
Men and women alike, all living the good life unless they're living in an evil mess.
Forgotten old dead cells and corpses burned and buried, extinction of my Self
My mind, my memory just like the rest of humanity, knowin' I'm gonna be dead
Someday, somewhere over the rainbow where the ol' sun will discontinue itself
Burned you into a black hole of gravitational collapse for the good of the MILF.
No need to dance or go the party down by the riverside, kegger & stein in hand
Driving home without a scratch on the sled, at home in the pocket's white sand
Miraculous maggots turn into flies only when the plants & animals go decrepit
Magnetic poles of invisible power to attract and repel the thing itself, to be It.
In search of things blind men can't see, deaf men can't hear, idiots can't smell
The scent of the perfection inside of skin and 208 bones, leavin' y'all this-a-way
Having what the have-nots have me wanting and never getting is the big Fall
Taste of the sustenance formulating the survival fuel for the organic foreplay.
Monkeys and monsters mixed up the DNA pool, injecting the venom from Mars
Or maybe it was straight out of Uranus or Neptune's deep six, lovin' @TheCars
For the sake of the girl scouts who became the mothers of the daughters' sons
Everything will turn out fine in the long run, your mind has It, we're the Ones!
Before you awaken from this pleasant or repulsive experience, follow me now
From the original dawn of your consciousness as a person with a free will below
Heaven & above the pit of hell down in the interior core of Earth's 1000 degrees
@Woke now, not my choice but the way that it is is the way it must be, please.
Alternative to the play of this score of symphonic harmony is void, nothing at all
Wanting what you're getting, your reward for the things you cannot quite recall
That you did before and will do some day ahead, nevermore only a Poeetic spasm
All for One & One for All can't be reduced to a more accurate asteroid in a chasm.
Before you & I depart the stage at the finale, the last act must be done in a climax
As your & my conception in the vacuum of the womb occurred, just chill to relax
Whether you approve or disapprove of what is happening or what has come to be
The gist of it, the main point is, wake up SHOCKED, DUMB, @Woke, wisdom is free.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER XVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
{ Soul sacrificed, silver dream & gold smile of @TheMatrix link @ https://youtu.be/DpUVTr9Lmmc }
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