#CommonGroundHamBeefMutton #WeAllStandOnCOMMONground #WaybackWhen

THIS AIN'T THE FIRST RODEO, IT'S THE ONLY RODEO

My gods are my fathers and sons, mothers duplicated the genome over and over, ad infinitum

Common ground of the source of being and the Ends where the remains become solid gas liquid

Backs and the half ones, the quarter ones, the full ones, they have a backfield in motion potion

It's got the magic spells to cause triple plays and grand slam homers, all due to my mortal sin.

I'm in and out of the drive-thru, I am not your mother or brother, I'm the One who made You

What you are, who you are, a figure of a form of dirt being, it's complex atmospheric pressures

Compress you into the Singularity with the rest of the monkey shines who came, when in Rome

As you were, above and below, in between too, asleep in the cave, on a bed of feathered foam.

Contents are empty, vacuumed the cosmic dust and liquid slime of leftover DNA idiot cells

Function of the equations are a proof that you and yours are either idiots or morons from Hell

Not only are you either an idiotic moron or an uppity culture warrior who defends the gods

All or none of the complete pantheon was available on day One, we made up the rest, lads.

Ain't my fault nor yours, it's the cards we got dealt in this game of cheating chance & insight

Leading off with a hit, a four bagger with bases loaded, Grand Slam of Roman Catholic Lent

It's a tragedy or a comedy depending on your mama and papa, mommy & daddy, what I said

Completed your mission on the middle path, to the left & the right, stand up, sit down & fight.

Bareback rodeo mares and phillies all steppin' up to the plate, ready to take four balls or else

Could be the end of the game, win or lose, it's all over when the whistle blows from Hellz

Where actual winged angels fail their mission, to reap the good, bad & ugly rubber souls

It's fine, alright now, we ain't trippin' just bustin' your round orbs in effigy, rung the bells.

As if it wasn't enough to be the one who gets it all right, add on the burden of your mama

You know what I mean, I ain't trippin' either, maniac or just your father's discipline, my papa

To me he was so wonderful, young fellah came out of the Navy at 20 out the Big One, WWII

Ended with Hiroshima & Nagasaki, mountain people turned to zeroes, the Chinese covid flu.

Orchestra or a trio or duo eclipses the solo mio, I know it's too early to be late, I'm in back

Kick me in the teeth, like I'm expired bones on the battlefield, munch and crunch the crack

Bottles and cans, glass, tin or plastic, matter split into smithereens, atomic TNT schtick feats

Apes repeating ad infinitum the same thing as the original sinning ones, dicks & janes tweets.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  BLOVEMBER XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Scored this Homer while in demand, listenin' to the masses cry bloody murder! }

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