BULLDOG PIGSKIN FOOLS, TOOLS, TROLLS & QB KEEPER
Written on the hot, inner walls of the hidden sanctum where men rave on
To the bum punks who have a blind faith that they’re a bully with a pulpit
Walkin’ right smack into the final assault of strangers, forever their aversion
To work or to beg for yo’ money was not getting you rich, it’s goin’ on son.
Even if you don’t know what’s comin’ in the future, it’s still on the way to go
From the get-go you’re disadvantaged and have no defense against the show
Not your problem until the breath and or blood moving in the system collapses
Honey kept just like play money in safe places’ armed guards of @her highness.
I got a line on you just like I got on my mother who was a 12-year-old in primo
Like the baby or a million of them, brothers & sisters of the cloth or naked bono
Probable cause of every effect from the Big Bang to the collapse into black holes
Funk phenomena in retrospect, silence due to flabbergasted reincarnation folds.
Spunk of the free liberals at ease of influence by programming expert point men
Could be male or female or both a little of each bit of everything, yet all too human
Millions of dollars for tax coffers when the rich get richer, G-men roll, twist, shout
Narrow path, one way to go, straight ahead, no return, cancellation's love-doubt.
When all's said, all's done, it’s all over but the fat lady singing, home with yo’ mama
I showed her the secrets of elders who left Words for one’s Heel’s Bells’ grandpapa
Holly wooden China's groves of extras rending stars' full eclipse mode, mogul balls
Junk in suffocation trunks overflowed into an atmospheric river, go down on papa.
I felt Fear since the olden days of boogie men, idiot older men than us all, undead
Now what’s left is my recollection of fear & loathing I inherited from example, said
Hearts & souls dead that used to be alive, like mine & yours, a fate of First Dates
Mating so Light keeps shining on in the holes, Life's about beats, demiGod fates.
In no blue men language, signs of boney arms & legs, a museum of sex pistols’ pow
Way more transmissible than a mother’s inner sanctum of negative positives, wow
Sick unto death, virus-bacteria infected genome, death's virus-bacteria of Omega
Alpha didn’t work, it had Omega ends, One End I'm near, y'all say it loud, “DUH!”
Plays for first downs by fourth down, rowin' down a California’s atmospheric river
Hyperventilating ala this meaning of simple collective thoughts, deduced a killer
Encyclopedia Brittanica, Golden Books, Webster in thesaurus form, shine voidness
Disappears in Rando-paradise, robotic bunch of trolls dreaming of Herman Hesse.
Goals, homeruns, touchdowns, every one a score above, below or with zero to zero
Shreds of truth don’t look a bit like a true report of robotic #AI interlocutor of a foe
Meaning of disagreement with Truth is caused by disregarding rational deductions
Inherited in a Garden of Eden when Adam & Eve blew a cookie behind smokin’.
Neither the masses nor the singular & at one individual who see Nothing in all of It
From the center of this planet’s core to the ends of Space & Time's undone chit
Odd yet in the proper order for chaos’ state, appears the way blown-up rock reacts
To pressure within or without a container-strong to save the cosmic, jive turkey act.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. January IXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Down with Upper echelon of the pit & the pendulum arbitrators; rafted while jammin’ @WARband link @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo }
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