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NO PARDONING ME, I CUT IN-LINE

Cover up your nose and mouth just like the old bank robbers of the wild, wild west dirt bowls

Monkeys climbing up and down our back from birth to death, I have no power to fill the holes

On my mind, in my brain’s display of conscious awareness, there’s what you see, what you got

No more nor less than the whole shebang, hairless bipedaling the electric scooter’s hot spot.

Question every assumption to find the ignorance of uneducated who scored low on the SATs

Not their fault that they have become the active cause of fighting a losing battle of bull scat

In the end, nothing matters other than when you’re gonna die, above or below the grounds

Like it or not you’ll leave and you’ll disappear to the others who hate smelling rotten sounds.

Or looking at the rotten skin and bones we don’t BBQ or eat at the picnic, burying all remains

Rotting as natural, stinking like death without being evolved into chops and boss hog chitlins

Mighty mice and super men put on the show for the sheeple, trained to follow the golden rule

Pledged to expect nothing and give it all I’ve got to enhance the world’s monkey wrench tool.

Haves and have-nots in Wisconsin, Illinois, California, Washington & everywhere in between

All descended from rollin’ in the barn’s hay, one night, a moment in a lapse of good judgement

Monkey on the front porch and breaking into your house for a shower and a good breakfast

Pounding you until you pulled your pistol & shot it between the eyes, I think you need a blast.

In the window you cannot see through, I see you clearly because the trip is all in my own mind

Not only will I awaken from this dream but also I’ll be #Woke & believe in a three stooges’ kind

Moe, Larry & Curly, or Curly Joe or Shemp, looks like all five stooges, a multiplying production

Degree in Philosophy from the University of Amnesia States, I think, therefore I am, mortal sin.

Nobody but you knows your inner secret, untold irretrievable memory of gods and angels skin

With or without the wings to fly high and glide low down below your radar, I will to always win

Never lost a battle or a game, will never lose one at any time from now ‘til doomsday, singing

Knowledge and Wisdom are passing for pi, all 3.14 units in a conceptual manifestation thing.

It sucks hind teat to find out that you’re the runt of the litter after you’ve been stillborn in sin

Why? It’s unbelievable & that’s for you to discover not for me to show, a black swan Schwinn

Angel handlebars, streamers & coaster brakes, a way from point A to infinite Z, sorry hotrod

Out of your control, uncontrollable, controlled remotely from The Dreaming Zeus & Ala God.

Follow the politics but don’t follow the science which mutates with every random thought

Hurting and feeling as if the brain and mind can’t handle the Truth, the mortal way I bought

From the parochial and the pre-public, the pie’s cut into eight, get your piece, get down son

Cut apart the argument, blanche assumed premises, bake the conclusion in the convection.

Real news about the fake old times that used to be called the Truth when it always was a lie

About natural and artificial things themselves we have, we’ve got all we need but more we buy

From pronouns, builders, traders & shyster/jokers, we buy people, places or things on taxes

That the governed overlook all the nearsighted and the farsighted, it’s all but blown alto saxes.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, The Ides of March 2023 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ How deep & how long can I go? Drafted in the #WuTangCollection sparring @IpMan #BestFightScenes link @ https://youtu.be/qLRK18MB5WE )

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