CORNPOP’S ANGELS, GADFLY OF THE GODS
All white lighter than the darker void of color, clearly the unblocked Space of spies
Where and when the appearance disappears & nobody knows, a matter of Time
Punk rocks movin’ the musical chairs & I’m always skippin’ out, droppin’ a dime.
More or less than the Showbie doo wahs and the Dozens about yo’ gramamas hair
Bald eagle junkies not so sore anymore after the rigor mortis sets up the rollin’ stones
I’m fully loaded by essential chemicals that drive the mind to do nothing, lazy bones
Five seasons of the four points in the orbit’s devolution, Earth at the mercy of a One.
Dwarves & devils of sun broken mothers bear sons against their will, girls in short skirts
No, not willing to learn their lessons of civilization gone by, oblivious to oblivion squirts
Of the fathers’ great grandfathers & grandmothers survival skill, throwin’ a stone blow
Long jackets over them short skirts, dress & blouse or dress, dressed up, nowhere to go.
I wound up in the alley, behind the club in a coup de Ville or maybe it was hemi-charger
It doesn’t matter either way, ambiguity is thing you gotta wing, to be the love of another
Cringe low, hide deep in the dark cave until the hunger and thirst kill your verve, peace
Free choice, no choice, premature, preconception, bitten, staggered from hole to hole.
Luck has reality only in the conscious mind of inferior creations of brew & holy food
It’s just the luck of the draw, you come & you’ll go, it’s all I know, spell cripple blood
Can’t be strong & grow if you don’t stay in one place, something will snatch your soul
No choice but to seek to find those who’re kind, ain’t too late, GD lonely, straight up!
Affirmative of the negative and the neutral charges of ions, blown’ up & down the rue
Nothing is easy once you’re born on Earth, it’s a struggle to survive & the end is so blue
Sadness about the facts of life and death, entertained like no other animal animation
Thought that I am, therefore, I am, that’s indubitable without question, my mortal sin.
Symbolic points, angles of one, two or triangular squares, a circular jerk’s naked ape-scree
This is it, got the strategy of winning every game, every time I play, never lose, just quit
There and then, here and now, everywhere in the cosmic egg of this inside & outside me
Fond of you & I, as bacteria creates our souls and spirits of these things, or is this the S#it?
Crushing your crunches into a spiral of meat on a ham bone for the eaters of man-meat
An orgasm for beings not of this world, to eat man and woman, boy and girl at a barbecue
Using GO systems of up, down, left, right, forward, backward, nothing else matters to gods
Shouldn’t matter to mortal 208 bones who pretend karma has rules, I am THIS I am, ‘#Q’.
by
rjj stephan, i
c. Mercredi, 3-29-2023 Anno Domini @644 AMPST
{ Jammed to #TheLifeAcoustic #Weakness, #GrammasHand & HITS of @EVERLAST link @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU }
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