NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER, EVER, FOREVER MINE . . #RhapsodyInTheRain #LighteningStrikes

ONLY TROUBLE TO SUCK IN IS, NO GODS DIE, EVER!

Fifteen or even a mere five minutes of fame could delete the entire ensemble of pop tops

On time but still out of Time, when it’s over it is over, there’s only probable cause, I’m out

Nobody knows your window of opportunity but you and your mother, maybe even pops

So that it's nearly non-existent, schemed thoughts are not to think about if it’s all in doubt.

First base or third base are fine if you’re a pitcher who can’t throw a fork ball at a golf tee

It’s nothing personal, it’s just the facts man, nobody gets out of here alive, cover your face

You may not want to see the naked Truth since it’s invisible and at One, same time & place

I know, you know, they know, we all know the Truth about #Brandon, I said, “Let’ Go, B!”

Park your car near Harvard Street by the hotel’s front doors, just walk right in, sit right down

Monkeys and the four-legged, winged and slithering invisible toys to play with a God’s frown

On your mark, ready to move, set to go from gold to the cesspool of refused idiots’ God stone

As if anyone was present at the origin of the system’s heat, a Big Bang on the backbeat bone.

Here’s my unrevised eulogy that nobody on Earth will amend or cancel, poor people sheeple

Traveled like ants on the ground trying to fly like the birds, poor humanity got blind faithful

Disappointment replacing the ecstasy of a moment that came & went without a smoke puff

Imagine an idiot raised by yo’ ma, papa or the nuns’ orphanage they dumped kimono stuff.

Swaddled and throttled before the end of the year, a dimensional shift of third to the fifth

Bored apes on the filthy ground of Earth, lookin’ for safe places to sleep & relieve the Stith

Out of my mind, out of your wheelhouse, under no influence of the good, the bad or ugly

Hair from head to toe, old men roll the rocks uphill as Sisyphus did, an eternity of Rugby.

Not football, not baseball, not basketball, not tennis, ping-pong, golf or nets of the gods

Talk and walk as the dead ones used to, all hip to the way of the mortal animal, hotrods

Mirror of the reflection broken, shattered into shards of smithereens coalescing in ONE

You ain’t the One, I ain’t the One, none of us divine offspring, all of us the slime of sexin’.

Old women knife the old men as they get buried by their widows and their new love thing

Common denominator of One, it’s all generic and totalitarian, utterly gone in a date fling

Baby came and forced Father’s exit, stage right, you can’t apply for bad food on a stamp

Milk, cheese, eggs all on edge of the core, the hub’s nucleus that suffices as a bum camp.

The old pope got ill, deteriorated into the crypt after a deep pit was dug in a farmer dell

Sickened unto death, never to be or not to be a sentenced prisoner of random Space hell

Praying to nobody you can see, mama & pa taught this little baby, grow up to see Liberty

It comes quickly and departs in a puff of dope smoke, hard or soft, dead gods don’t see.

Categorical imperatives of the generation compare the idiots and morons to the fake elite

Just because they came before you and I, a reason of seniority is no reason to bite any chit

Out of a road apple, an orange, a blueberry or cherry bomb, seed-pit, a sweet, smooth toy

Of liquid light, of hard gas and dirty ground of astral patches of something, bein’ a big boy.

Broken down, into the foundation of the Big Banger, out or in of the dead cow, animal style

Beer made by accident, wine made by accident, whiskey made on purpose, all you Zieg Heil

At rest with caged-egg ones leftover since the holocaust of the Binge, I’m guilty of innocence

Gone from dream to The End, seven continents rising above the liquid hydroxide & acid rain.

Came down and gone back up from the only thing you’ll ever know, Jesus & Buddha got One

One foot ahead of the other, moving forward, never backward in retro grade’s loose function

Young or old rascals becoming the cosmic dust of the entity calling the bluff of a God’s dam

Meant to be or not to be, either/or & neither/nor, all of the above in an Eagle’s Fastlane scam.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Freezember XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

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