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KEEP THEM SEPARATED, WE MUST

Without Reason or word rhyme, a crowd is thrust into the cold windfall’s hot ice
Like it or not, it gives the SEX of Love a bad name, an aberration of the two dice
You roll ‘em for sevens or elevens like a cowboy without a horse or a herd’s cows
Winning in front of the poor, bad guys who steal everything as the sheriff allows.

Smashed your pumpkins in the mouths to mix up a paid concoction of proxy war
Far, far away from the king, the queen, the emperor & the freemen shore to shore
I know you know that they know what we all know, oh, other than you’re a mortal
Hopping in and out of beds as a prostitution institution, all you gotta do is bawl.

But when you remain in bubbles of mud, blood and beer, you’ll forget, they’ll recall
A bit of a fractional measurement of an atom of God, the principle Time, Spring-Fall
As the moving shadows on the inner cave walls indicate, firelight brightens the Woke
In the wake of a motorboat’s trace on the surface, high minded pigs fly high in a poke.

United in consummation of blubber, mankind & all fake women begetting goddesses’ dings
An imaginary place in the void space between your ears, hard of hearing, perfect pitchings
Right, that there, look into your presence, eye pupils see who you always were, my eyes see
It’s like everything, everywhere, all the time, Past and Future lets no Present go scot-free.

Trolls have an impact on the psyche of the child who has no separation of reality from fantasy
It’s a gift to be privy to the Truth and believe that few friends or foes have the same film to see
Beginning to the end, power input & output continues until we’re runnin’ on empty for a spell
Balls to the four walls, womb to the ceilings and floors, avoid the Void’s secret about God’s hell.

It ain’t there and it never was but the sinister keepers of the bull’s scat, unelected keep the faith
Blinded by nature, by birth or by poking eyeballs out of the heads that disagree with a wraith
Only you know like I know, how it’s going to be from this point on to the finale of the stage play
Acted as an Oscar trophy moving around in a plethora of seeds in cosmic ground of a dirty day.

Pick between the identical choices so you cannot be wrong, everything is One and & same Ids
Ego is in the pocket and under control of the beast within, your parents & children, kids of kids
Apes in & out of the cages, free to move about from feeding frenzy to hiding stench and funks
Followed them from everywhere, stench of a city that stinks because of the dead fish & drunks.

Bunkers to hide from the barrage of spears and arrows flung by the followers of faking leaders
I’m out in front of the Outback with your mama ‘cause your daddy kicked her out of what’s hers
Red to violet, infrared to ultraviolet, shining a light in the darkness won’t buy immortal souls
Actually, total ignorance ought to be the rule for the roost, easy to control the follower roles.

Flock, herd, gang or continental hordes of children grown into ignorant cookie crumb monsters
Of goat-herders & wolf killers consigned to fulfill the bottom lines underneath oak & elm trees
Beams us up to the ship and back down to the plane of existence, purple people eater junkies
Last blow of breath, eyes wide open for the insight showin’ that my life was a real cool breeze.
 

by
rjj stephan, i
c. Lundi, March XIIIth, MMXXIII @ 1010 AMPST

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