APES IN A HUNDRED YEARS,
EXTINCTION POSTED ON LINE, HERE, NOW
Copied your mommy’s and daddy’s infidel ways and means of getting along just to blow your mind
Y’all always knew it was something out of a monster movie or a thriller novella I wrote of a 3rd kind
Expecting nothing and seeing everything in one fell swoop, all of it is an empty kitty, a caboodle digs
Top shelf soil and the seeds that grow the flowers into the shreds of the gods’ leftover holy high rigs.
Saints & the sinners got this all wrong, ignoramus types who prey on those who love the human folly
Of men & mice who progressed from the evolution of the revolution, gone way gone, WTF G-Willy
You knew how it was, how it is, what you’ve got left over is more than you deserve, rich girl’s old man
How many times can women or men have a child & not know it’s for the good of extinction’s holy sin?
When life & death are too much and you lose every finger’s Midas touch, the path will lead on to Ends
It has nothing to do with you or your kin, it’s all about the me, the ego of the thing itself, no offense
Just because you think you’re so pretty, doesn’t mean you ain’t just mortal food for the fox & goose
They take what they can render into a scatological function, literally & figuratively as a mind offends.
Business after retirement is a waiting game to see who gets away with the name of the oldest human
Woman, probably if the breed of human can manage the form of Truth, delete a wiseass man’s world
Not that THIS is but it was evolved in darkness without the bright & hot light of the One Sun, old Son
Among the dead and buried, we salute the heroes and cowards that created Life’s only 3rd Stone.
Banquets for the rewards and punishments given to the batboys & catchers in the jewfish rye of gods
So old we can’t even read the language’s words any longer, it’s gibberish for the crypts of ol’ bloods
In a war of gangs of leaders following the moronic idiots or idiotic morons, it doesn’t matter a bit
I got some bad business to do, I get the fixes in early, better bang for the buck, you roll with it.
Monks and the monkeys, all apes outside the jungles and inside the coffin’ rich ground of being
Where all of the phased out and dysfunctional modes are deleted without prejudice of all-seeing
Not a god who forgot about the whole shebang, that this is a dream to awaken from, oh, the tin foil
One notion without a potion to enhance the menudo of word salad immersed in the vinegar & oil.
Sworn the holy oaths I cannot forget even if I tried, only death brings the forgotten to a Void
Inner place outside of the rest of all that there, it’s a holy of holies, only the Simpsons to avoid
You’ll get there like it or not, hearing the music playing your favorite song, dead head & bread
Paradise where heaven follows the hell that broke loose from the silent & empty, I’m The Dead!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Dimanche @ 888 AMmst
{ Started to lose my touch, I found it under my thumb, so I bled this out the empty, kitten kaboodle, it’s all in there with me jammin’ to @Springsteen, @Mellencamp & @Steve_Winwood #RollWithIt @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI & @BrooksAndDune #MyMaria link @ https://youtu.be/Lnq9jaAsReA }
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