GOT THE BEST BANG FOR BIG BUX
Infinite rupture, a closed-captioned divine comedy and all too humane, a tragedy
Foreplay of words, actions, puppetry & ventriloquism of All long gone in long runs
As the dream appears out of nowhere, right inside of your egocentric honey buns
Boredom with the political and economic and social customs of idiot savant nuns.
High priests or underground demons from the core of the Earth’s dirty diamonds
All of them, all of us, all of the Many who came from the One, daughters & sons
Monkeyish evolutionary theories of species’ mutation random or via neo-science
Spanky & Alfalfa bring you back to the safe place, a B & W picture tube’s UV sins.
My gang, our gang or your gang, no boundaries when you’re selfishly god-like
Dirt on the ground, you’re above or below it, you know it in your deep psyche
You are the quotient and the product, destabilized atoms excited by THC’s high
Flowers become the tokes & the hits, peace to the middle of the Easter sensei.
Your inheritance is the reason & rhyme you learned from the teachings’ old creed
Whole bunches gobs & chunks of milk chocolate flowers in a ripened cherry seed
Curiosity not only killed the cats who were curious but also killed the host of hell
Where you are or where you were or someday will be, that is what’ll ring your bell.
We ain’t gonna be around in a hundred years, let’s face the facts of life ever untold
My father and his father and their grandfathers before them, Truth is a fool’s gold
Finding it made from lead, the remnants of the stardust blown out of the glory hole
God’s or just a Void which is similar to God, an unknown to humanity, Adam’s blow.
Microscopic or telescopic of the present, the past & the future, shadowy ghost-ass
Animated cytoplasm, soft & hard, liquid and solid at first & in the end, the fog’s gas
Smoke moving from everywhere in the corner & out to the invisible prison Sing Sing
Liberty to be free or at least to see that the Freedom we fight for is Man’s holy thing.
What I mean is what I write about & it’s clearly with ambiguity, I’m One in the fight
Operational & organizational maintenance of the forces which perform consumption
Of Mickey mouse I trapped with a piece of cheese, it never got a byte of my neon light
Will to survive the death of 208 bones is inhumane, all too divine, forsaken godson.
Bangin’ big bux, it’s what y’all do, skilled applications to fake problems, yields a solution
Logic’s & Reason’s best practices, deductions ala indubitable inductions, zazen conclusion
As you were prior to your conception, friends & strangers all but rescued God from s#it
Inside of the dark caves in the mountains, shadows on the dirty wall’s open fire light skit.
A play of hu-mane from beginning to end, when it’s over, it’s all over, there’s no reprieve et al
True lies or false Truths all blind faith in nothing known, your common sense, a holy cathedral
Nothing can come before the Original Sin nor after a Final End of breaths of hydro-oxygen air
With or without you I’ll be spread on a bed, before you know it, WORDsup my DNA’s long hair.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, March Xth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Crafted out of the Black Sea within me while jammin’ to #HomerSimpson meltdown link @ https://t.co/lrSN2ucPUn }
As the dream appears out of nowhere, right inside of your egocentric honey buns
Boredom with the political and economic and social customs of idiot savant nuns.
High priests or underground demons from the core of the Earth’s dirty diamonds
All of them, all of us, all of the Many who came from the One, daughters & sons
Monkeyish evolutionary theories of species’ mutation random or via neo-science
Spanky & Alfalfa bring you back to the safe place, a B & W picture tube’s UV sins.
My gang, our gang or your gang, no boundaries when you’re selfishly god-like
Dirt on the ground, you’re above or below it, you know it in your deep psyche
You are the quotient and the product, destabilized atoms excited by THC’s high
Flowers become the tokes & the hits, peace to the middle of the Easter sensei.
Your inheritance is the reason & rhyme you learned from the teachings’ old creed
Whole bunches gobs & chunks of milk chocolate flowers in a ripened cherry seed
Curiosity not only killed the cats who were curious but also killed the host of hell
Where you are or where you were or someday will be, that is what’ll ring your bell.
We ain’t gonna be around in a hundred years, let’s face the facts of life ever untold
My father and his father and their grandfathers before them, Truth is a fool’s gold
Finding it made from lead, the remnants of the stardust blown out of the glory hole
God’s or just a Void which is similar to God, an unknown to humanity, Adam’s blow.
Microscopic or telescopic of the present, the past & the future, shadowy ghost-ass
Animated cytoplasm, soft & hard, liquid and solid at first & in the end, the fog’s gas
Smoke moving from everywhere in the corner & out to the invisible prison Sing Sing
Liberty to be free or at least to see that the Freedom we fight for is Man’s holy thing.
What I mean is what I write about & it’s clearly with ambiguity, I’m One in the fight
Operational & organizational maintenance of the forces which perform consumption
Of Mickey mouse I trapped with a piece of cheese, it never got a byte of my neon light
Will to survive the death of 208 bones is inhumane, all too divine, forsaken godson.
Bangin’ big bux, it’s what y’all do, skilled applications to fake problems, yields a solution
Logic’s & Reason’s best practices, deductions ala indubitable inductions, zazen conclusion
As you were prior to your conception, friends & strangers all but rescued God from s#it
Inside of the dark caves in the mountains, shadows on the dirty wall’s open fire light skit.
A play of hu-mane from beginning to end, when it’s over, it’s all over, there’s no reprieve et al
True lies or false Truths all blind faith in nothing known, your common sense, a holy cathedral
Nothing can come before the Original Sin nor after a Final End of breaths of hydro-oxygen air
With or without you I’ll be spread on a bed, before you know it, WORDsup my DNA’s long hair.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, March Xth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST
{ Crafted out of the Black Sea within me while jammin’ to #HomerSimpson meltdown link @ https://t.co/lrSN2ucPUn }
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