#PerfumeLipstickOnAPig #MyMaria

FORM & MATTER IN 3.14 SURREPITITIOUS PIE

Boredom with the causes and effects of the matrix leads to desperation of ID

From the superego & the ol’ ego that I am, there’s an ignition of the star god

Blown into a supernova, without the aid of mankind, it’s just not all too human

It’s definitely out of this world, here & now we currently immerse in mortal sin.

What’s a mortal? What’s a sin? Come on man, what’s a dick? Your original sin

In a moment the finish line crossed will end the race devoid of soul searchin’

Fools and their ham sandwiches think for themselves, not for the commander

Above & below the steaks & chops for the BBQ & the coitus interruptus, caput.

How long can this go on? Not long enough for me, I’m enjoying the chopper ride

No helmet, hair blown back like stiff sticks comin’ out my head, from a law I hide

Punks & upstanding citizens all related to the herd of flesh & bone without fate

What in Hades can you mean by, “This is the only way to heaven’s gate.”? Hate?

If you don’t love it there’s only one alternative, I hate facts of life & megadeath

Lean toward the wind to get the maximum blow-back, it’s drag & draft the sons

To battle with one another’s sons and daughters, all ignorant of the conflict tiff

Slicker than pitch-black ice, shattered to smithereens, an atomic neutron spiff.

Continue from the final ending of the thing itself, it’s substantial essence of Id

Desire and need mate for everything, everywhere, all the time, forever on end

A Man, A Woman, accidental collision of atoms in Space, procreating it, the Kid

To play games with or without following philosophical rules of an chit we send.

Tweet on your face’s books, write upon the covers and in the margins of Word

To find out what it means to be or not to be, Sir Francis Bacon wave of a wand

Imagine well adjusted mankind, be creative although it’s impossible to be, God

Still strive to be perfect, behave perfectly with the good, evil and the butt ugly.

Are you in? Are you out? #ShootTheMoon #ShotsInYourSkin, God finds the way

To get in and out without anyone knowing there was a visit from a star, One Day

Unified theory of relatives, Form-Matter hopeless new leg to run on ad infinitum

Way back in time, our ancestors had none at all, all died #WOKE, evil and dumb.

Funny as the tragedy of comedy so far away from your mind’s eye, it’s invisible

Hilarious and without ennui from alpha to omega, light astral foam ring a bell

Recollecting the memory forgotten for the challenge of playing Chance’s game

Freedom to choose, free will to pick winning & losing, I am my claim to fame.

Sung words, blew horns, sawed fiddles, beat animal drums, metal cork the hole

In the cave, on walls behind the firelight, the things themselves form from coal

A hunting they will go to kill, which way is up is all they need to know, corpses

Big women and small men mate and get what you see, people of the menses.

Ultraviolet blue blood spilled crimson in war and peace, by accident or intent

Shook the monkeys out of the trees, shocked the cavemen’s holy inner sanctum

Mama and papa cannot provide the expertise of divulging the unknown, Word

Silently whispered in our ear at birth & before death, now, Wake the Phuq Up.

Linked to the cube, all six sides around me, I’m in the center, you are not there

Next thing you know, you’ll be forgetting the Truth as you know it, how you are

Umbrella prevents the hardened rain from splitting skulls, knockin’ dummies out

Out of dirty ground, bury us all, God’s mother Earth man, what she’s all about!

Part of the equation when everything on Earth is unequal is an inequality upset

Who wins the big bet on the #MarchMadness pool of mankind running to & fro

Nouns & verbs involved in the predication of hound dogs howling at a full moon

Hustle your ma & sister, not your pa & brother, you are a loon, the mob’s goon!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. March XVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini #StPatrickDay

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MyMaria by #BWStevenson on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ewyu4dIVj-8 }

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