NOBODY KNOWS WHAT 420 THINKS or HOW HIGH PSYCHOTIC, NEUROTICS FLY?
Black as the tar and coal that remains from a bigger bang than your daddy’s mama’s orgasmic jazz
Pills and smoke down the throat and into the nervous system of dreaming gobs of muscle and bones
Critical killers of the good, the bad and the ugly just to eat them or hang their trophy heads of flaws
Over the fireplace or hidden in an inner sanctum of the lion’s den, just bones in the corner to gnaws.
Lower than a naked ape’s IQ I was born with, grown humans roam dirty Earth with less than .9’s
If you believe I’m wrong or exaggerated the Truth, go to the ghetto and walk sidewalks’ stop signs
Motherless children raised by all too humane welfare workers who were also fatherless as the Sun
Their own sons without any known donor of DNA inherited karma from ancestors who sin a ton.
Bugs called insects comedians of their Tic-Doc screens, it could have been the Tix-Tax of god-doom
Pretended that you were alright, alright, alright but you weren’t, being ladies and their her/she bars
Swam without flagella in a form of idiot that loved to be or not to be in closed-monkey boom-boom
Began with your eyes wide opened by the facts of life, you gotta do it all yourself, nothing is for free.
I woke up, you woke up, they woke up, we all finally woke up with glasses of early OJ over-easy
Importance of the classical substance that makes this Life all that it is & always was, that’s all I see
From empty and holy words come this whole shebang, mold of burnt-out stars and the refused scat
Built-in to fish rivers & oceans for Life to eat, swimming above or below, swimming in ocean spit.
Davey Crockett and the small boy who knew no better than to wear the ‘coonskin cap tail
Miles of trials since that four-year-old rose to The Ends of the crazy life journey as I inhale
In and out, a constant like the substance of my soul, before and after I get my heart to sink
Deep down into the matrix where your mama never went, you’re food if you fail to Think!
Clowns and the junk they’ve made out of the refused in acceptance of their destiny’s scat
Thanks, you for all you’ve done when you’ve done nothing, tongue’s in your cheek, bite It
Liars lie & are qualified to lie like a rug, comment on the nature of your own death by chit
Beaten husbands & wives underneath the guards of the indentured servant shot the shat.
Boredom and pure ecstasy are way gone and invisible to the eyes of the holy goatherd
Plaintive wale of the dogs are in the yard, I’m laughin’ at the jokes that ain’t ever funny
On borders & inside any of seven continental drifts of solar rocks rollin’ in a big muddy
Rollin’ the rocks and rockin’ the downhill rolls, nothing rises above the ghost’s gravity.
Token of my appreciation is the coin I present to your mind, a building of I-heart’s face
Heads or tails, it’s a shootout up for grabs, history will NOT repeat itself, Time in Space
God of the thing called precious gold, come on man, God… Gold… that’s all there is here
Now, go forth young woman, teach the young men to be all too human, drunk on beer!
Here is the haven you’re following in the witch’s hollow, no forms to frighten the One
What I am is all there is, I’m not who You think You are, this makes sense to me, Son
Songs sung blue as I sing again now for jazz’ third time, all for One & One for all of It
First Cause was dark star light, now this will shock you, we are exactly what we s#it!
by
rjj stephan, i
c. Vendredi, III-III-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 777 AMPST
Pills and smoke down the throat and into the nervous system of dreaming gobs of muscle and bones
Critical killers of the good, the bad and the ugly just to eat them or hang their trophy heads of flaws
Over the fireplace or hidden in an inner sanctum of the lion’s den, just bones in the corner to gnaws.
Lower than a naked ape’s IQ I was born with, grown humans roam dirty Earth with less than .9’s
If you believe I’m wrong or exaggerated the Truth, go to the ghetto and walk sidewalks’ stop signs
Motherless children raised by all too humane welfare workers who were also fatherless as the Sun
Their own sons without any known donor of DNA inherited karma from ancestors who sin a ton.
Bugs called insects comedians of their Tic-Doc screens, it could have been the Tix-Tax of god-doom
Pretended that you were alright, alright, alright but you weren’t, being ladies and their her/she bars
Swam without flagella in a form of idiot that loved to be or not to be in closed-monkey boom-boom
Began with your eyes wide opened by the facts of life, you gotta do it all yourself, nothing is for free.
I woke up, you woke up, they woke up, we all finally woke up with glasses of early OJ over-easy
Importance of the classical substance that makes this Life all that it is & always was, that’s all I see
From empty and holy words come this whole shebang, mold of burnt-out stars and the refused scat
Built-in to fish rivers & oceans for Life to eat, swimming above or below, swimming in ocean spit.
Davey Crockett and the small boy who knew no better than to wear the ‘coonskin cap tail
Miles of trials since that four-year-old rose to The Ends of the crazy life journey as I inhale
In and out, a constant like the substance of my soul, before and after I get my heart to sink
Deep down into the matrix where your mama never went, you’re food if you fail to Think!
Clowns and the junk they’ve made out of the refused in acceptance of their destiny’s scat
Thanks, you for all you’ve done when you’ve done nothing, tongue’s in your cheek, bite It
Liars lie & are qualified to lie like a rug, comment on the nature of your own death by chit
Beaten husbands & wives underneath the guards of the indentured servant shot the shat.
Boredom and pure ecstasy are way gone and invisible to the eyes of the holy goatherd
Plaintive wale of the dogs are in the yard, I’m laughin’ at the jokes that ain’t ever funny
On borders & inside any of seven continental drifts of solar rocks rollin’ in a big muddy
Rollin’ the rocks and rockin’ the downhill rolls, nothing rises above the ghost’s gravity.
Token of my appreciation is the coin I present to your mind, a building of I-heart’s face
Heads or tails, it’s a shootout up for grabs, history will NOT repeat itself, Time in Space
God of the thing called precious gold, come on man, God… Gold… that’s all there is here
Now, go forth young woman, teach the young men to be all too human, drunk on beer!
Here is the haven you’re following in the witch’s hollow, no forms to frighten the One
What I am is all there is, I’m not who You think You are, this makes sense to me, Son
Songs sung blue as I sing again now for jazz’ third time, all for One & One for all of It
First Cause was dark star light, now this will shock you, we are exactly what we s#it!
by
rjj stephan, i
c. Vendredi, III-III-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 777 AMPST
{ Cocked this pistol while jammin’ to @NASA STRANGE DISCOVERY, God’s in Saturn’s Ring devours by the Thing Itself, Cosmic Dust Gods @ https://youtu.be/gqp3dhdp8QQ }
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