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IT IS WHAT IT IS & IT AIN’T WHAT IT AIN’T, WHO KNEW?

There is nothing rewarding about worrying about your stepmother
She is yet dead and gone or she doesn’t care if you’re still there
In the southern part of Texas or California, wherever cake bakes
From the city of bad smells, the natives knew the fish stank lakes.

Pillow under your head to comfort your skull and bones undercovers
Hot or cold, the temperature has nothing to do with lives or deaths
Linking lunkheads who don’t know that they’re chips off the block
Talkin’ four corners with an avenue crossin’ a cul-de-sac dead-end.

Hunger will cause a reflexive bite on a trouble hook, snag lips too
Can’t get away no matter how much you try to shake it off & I do
As if it’d be any other way than the way it’s always been ‘bout you
Like the ocean in the darkness, it’s one category light-black & blue.

Fear and a stale loaf of loathing is all you need to get over the end
It will come whether you like it or not, misery or happy my friend
Free choice if you get over your hurt mama & papa syndrome duty
When you’re all alone again like it was in the womb, it’s in a tomb.

It is not because you wanna be independent of the planet or moon
The only one you’re on or close to as far as heavenly bodies orbit
All homeless since a Big Bang thrust into the unknown’s cave bats
Wonderwomen procreating homeless orphans of dogs & cool ol’ cats.

You got propellers and you got a rudder controlled by your mothers
Out of any father’s control, I am not the head of the needle’s point
Mums a word, all of them, one by one, phrase by phrase’s dialectic
Spit in the ocean then find it in the mix, you are lucky to be sick.

In the head’s psychological bending over backward, it’s psycho Id
Impeachment of the commander in chief is mixed, incompetent kid
The idiots holding the chief’s head above the fray cannot see chit
It stank but they’re the ones creating it in the center of all of it.

Nudge your bones that learned to scoot, crawl, walk & run, OK bro
Babies learned, elderly & fit or unfit, get to the finale’s deep flow
China to Tierra del Fuego, miracle blown into a secret skeleton key
For a lock inside of an invisible door without a hole, time spacey.

Might of the mice and the innocence of the sperm and eggs souls
They start with none & like magic, get one once conception pulls
The DNA & RNA meet the conjunction with glee, orgasmic huzzah
All downhill from there, just a used tool to keep me dreamin’ brudu.

Crime requires criminals, prisons require the innocence & the guilt
Counted the Draculas & the other blood suckin’ urchins we keep lit
All will be saved in the dirt, under the ground, seeds of humanity
Common ground, coffee grounds for divorce, irreconcilable enmity.

Bonded for the reward, the capture dead or alive of the perp body
Only a photograph will tell the story’s proof of life, dead ol’ booty
How long will it take to spend the whole cache? It’s a pre-set six
Twelve, twenty four or seventy two, glory days, a thousand kicks.

Monkeys man, all too human apes, naked, innocent, worth of shame
Of the skin and bone exposed to the eaters & mothers of the tame
No war in the future, all battles of the past gave peace a low dive
To be or not to be, shakin’ a spear & arrow, the question, survive?

Ilk of the continental shelves, fathers and mothers of everyone too
Nuns and priests, holy and evil livers of the life, we’re kinda Blue
But so what? Who really cares about you? Everybody’s selfie Id
I care, you care and that’s about it, all she wrote, horn blows It.

More than the known, there’s the wisdom of the holy Grail’s dust
Ashes of the myriad of aunts and uncles who preceded H2O rust
Gas turns liquid and solid, you see what I mean, you don’t allow it
Out of chaos’ control, Nothing rules this zero gravity’s play/skit.

Repeat ad infinitum or don’t, free will, power of the winning cost
Paid flyin’ balloons to soar above & below the winds of Times lost
Brilliant to be dull as a broken-arrow’s point, jagged diamond skies
To pierce the skin & bone, to the heart, backbone or between eyes.

Johnny Allen Hendrix ’42-’70 in or out of the fire, hot wax Fear
Strummed strings out to infinity, broken DNA in the LSD’s minion
In woods of Woodstock or cold Renton ground before ol’ Mt. Rainier
Inner being, Christian riff raff remain the same, fear getting’ sin.

I did wrap this all up in a purple haze’s vision of a kissed black sky
Never wanted the 40 acres & the mule, stuffed it on me, my oh my
Minced meat, just anime skin, muscle & bone marrow, life gits dead
Starve and/or dehydrate, essential corpus dialectic, yo’ mama said.

Fun and games without rules anybody ever follows, except for you
If six was either nine or ninety-six, the sun would refuse to shine
Hippies and yuppies with their grandchildren blinded by a black bow
Lucky and in line to get what’s comin’ to you, your dig is an A-hole.

Foul balls between strikes and homers, what it’s all about, It ends
All over, what it is then, the past is what was, future pick sends
Livin’ life the way I choose, out of jail, outta prison, out the joint
Old in my own way, partner’s happy, I’m happy, what’s the point?

Voodoo children worked the magic spells with the cosmic dusty pies
Nothing magic yields nothing material, atoms are kin to stars’ lies
Lethal holy holes to the core & up yonder to the tip top of bean hill
Full of it, cried about it, voodoo, my elixir mixer, god’s acid’s pill.

Cool as the airs frozen ice crystals assaulting planets down yonder
Somewhere close but far away, unseen, undercover, still I wonder
Of somewhere over the rainbow, where something doesn’t smell me
To heat me up more than 98 degrees is The Way, food’s dead, see?
 

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rjjstephan, i

c. Mardi, February VIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted & produced on #PainlessTattoo out of nowhere while jammin’ to #VooDooChile by @JimiHendrix link @ https://youtu.be/DLGl8Oc484Q }

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