C R A P S H O O T E R
ONE MILLION LIES FOR LIARS
We have a house of cards built with a stack of stuff
I will demonstrate the ethics and our own mortality
No question you're gonna die today or someday, see
Could be a hundred years but that's all soon enough.
Don't shoot this messenger, I am the powder to blow
Projectiles from my hand to the gods, look out below
I have an axe to grind but I'll need a taste of the waste
Mouth watered until the aftertaste waned, I'm faced!
In a book or a tweet posted on the spider web of Ma
She left it as mother nature would, it's a fusion of Pa
For the sake of the gold, the purpose of god is defunct
Used to fear the unknown, evil ways of men got sunk.
Submarines or destroyers, it's water is already gone
Moons of planets' star dirt, dusk ain't sundown dawn
Punks and your orphanage holy water made numnuts
Now, here ya are, tweet me into funk, broadway sluts.
Stage of actors pretending to be stupid, just idiotics
Pushed the morons into the bytes of fools & robotics
Coupons just paper, money just paper of trees, a gold
Of the lead lines and blood lines, the tea is all rolled.
Smoke on the water, voice underwater, screwdrivered
As if you have a phillips cross-cut tool, skin tight dead
Apes, all too human, don't know there's an afterlife so
No obligation or responsibility how caused events go.
Personal or impersonal, a personnel specialist rigs it
As gigs become required holes in the fabric of the #ap
Return to reboot the system's organized chaos' & chit
It all comes out in the ocean water, the human s#it.
Figures calculated for the responses, the final answer
Never obvious & in the end, vacuum of zero, a synapse
Or him, ancestors or descendants, all for one & for all
Crusader for orphans, love children of a reason lapse.
Binging on the Jake Daniels knock-off, chasin' brews
Ales or just the usual swill from the tap, god screws
Fountain works but the flow is dammed up lead pipe
Love is actually a moment of injection, email & skype.
Boost my variant into oblivion, the unknown is 'x' too
Means what the sound gongs, #BullScat on your shoe
Banged once, twice, hundreds of blown bombs fallout
Of the genius minds, split the Earth, twisting to shout.
I have something ringing in my ears, it's a coverup
Of the mice and men who dig the holes & make it up
Fictional history, uneducated guesses of malignance
Bearded men, smooth sisters of bunny hops, a dance.
Pies cut in four pieces, then halved to allow humility
To be the humble, a bumbler of the dregs of society
Splinter and sliver under the skin, pain to kill us all
Difficult to fathom the last blink, but it's been a bawl.
My contract is up, I don't want to be injured by Evil
Stalkin' the ugly and bad within my soul, up the kill
Not only food to eat but the bullies to beat insights
Mean tweet ban me, archival Emerald Tablet bytes.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Freezember XIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Popped a cork on this bubbly while jammin' to @FatherStu on link https://youtu.be/2-NDXZHBf_0 }
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