FIRE, JERKS, NEEDLES, SPOONS & TRIPS ON THE
BLOCK
Lie to me, full of all the scatological pain & suffering a human can muster, there’s more I know the way I felt on the first, the swing and the graveyard shifts, double time pay
For the union, by the union & all dues to the union, automatically deducted the score
Never knew what slavery was until you had to work for everyone else, stamps’ whore.
Almost gone now and not able to look back yet on the already gone memories of mirrors
Smoke blew the images into broken horizontal and vertical lines between the dots & beers
Drank brown or white, the rye, the wine and the ‘shine, all @100 proof that I got the point
Sharp as a tack, blunted only by my hard body and blue, infinite soul of my ma & pa’s joint.
Books, words by mouth, body language and being woke, all a function of the Thing Itself
Never any joke about the seriousness of the nature of being alive on Earth, on a top shelf
Nobody can reach the shelf without a ladder unless you’re thirteen feet tall, just too high
Every passing moment’s retrieval of the treasure is a wasted day missed between thighs.
It’s only because the ‘treasure’ at the ending is nothing at all, no conscious boy or girl
No man & no woman survives the rigor mortis finale, it’s pending doom, being human
Other conscious animals live and die without knowing the end is near a twirling twister
Spiral or helix, out of control, yet this life appears to be an all too human will to power.
Going both in and out at one and the same time in a closed, empty vacuum of Space's X
On the one hand, we’re two feet away from the heart of the matter, so it’s all head sex
All in the brain’s mind where every cartoon and drama occurs, it’s not outside of us all
In the curtain call’s fall to the stage, it’s nothing but epic drool of a divine one who Fell.
Funk is the menudo present at the place and time before now, an apple’s core of Sin
Love originating more fallen ones without wings to fly, eatin’ dead burgers Out & In
Afraid to be brave and not fear the things you might need to terminate, no prejudices
You will agree there’s no way out, play the hand dealt & win, losers just play the die.
Hold on until you’re muscles atrophy with mental protest or without it, you must MF
Situation’s serious, you don’t want to neglect the importance of being dumb & dead
Nothing that eats you will eat your skin and bones while you’re watching the festivity
Party on, numb skull & bones, I’m DNA’s enculturation cancellation, ape divinity.
For the union, by the union & all dues to the union, automatically deducted the score
Never knew what slavery was until you had to work for everyone else, stamps’ whore.
Almost gone now and not able to look back yet on the already gone memories of mirrors
Smoke blew the images into broken horizontal and vertical lines between the dots & beers
Drank brown or white, the rye, the wine and the ‘shine, all @100 proof that I got the point
Sharp as a tack, blunted only by my hard body and blue, infinite soul of my ma & pa’s joint.
Books, words by mouth, body language and being woke, all a function of the Thing Itself
Never any joke about the seriousness of the nature of being alive on Earth, on a top shelf
Nobody can reach the shelf without a ladder unless you’re thirteen feet tall, just too high
Every passing moment’s retrieval of the treasure is a wasted day missed between thighs.
It’s only because the ‘treasure’ at the ending is nothing at all, no conscious boy or girl
No man & no woman survives the rigor mortis finale, it’s pending doom, being human
Other conscious animals live and die without knowing the end is near a twirling twister
Spiral or helix, out of control, yet this life appears to be an all too human will to power.
Going both in and out at one and the same time in a closed, empty vacuum of Space's X
On the one hand, we’re two feet away from the heart of the matter, so it’s all head sex
All in the brain’s mind where every cartoon and drama occurs, it’s not outside of us all
In the curtain call’s fall to the stage, it’s nothing but epic drool of a divine one who Fell.
Funk is the menudo present at the place and time before now, an apple’s core of Sin
Love originating more fallen ones without wings to fly, eatin’ dead burgers Out & In
Afraid to be brave and not fear the things you might need to terminate, no prejudices
You will agree there’s no way out, play the hand dealt & win, losers just play the die.
Hold on until you’re muscles atrophy with mental protest or without it, you must MF
Situation’s serious, you don’t want to neglect the importance of being dumb & dead
Nothing that eats you will eat your skin and bones while you’re watching the festivity
Party on, numb skull & bones, I’m DNA’s enculturation cancellation, ape divinity.
Christ & the Prophets had no shame when they couldn’t save the dead and gone One
Of course, gay meant very happy but now it’s not as apropos or germane, make it rain
If you are the creator putting out the fire of the species, cancel the mating my only son
No reason to worry about any romance, it’s all about the petri dish & test tube spam
A mirage that you didn’t know was just a reflection of an invisible code of sticks & stone
Suddenly disappears into thin air, gas, smoke movin’ up and out of the here & now tone
Sounds and frequencies defined by the beating of hearts and strung-out nylon chord flats
Sharps in between but not enough of ‘em to make a melody a HIT, a passing epileptic fit.
Opportunity strikes like lightening & if it gets you more than once, you’ll drop plum dead
Nobody gets out of here alive in any case but the finale being a price to pay without bread
Not a dime or a dollar for the box or a wool blanket will silence my screamin’ tongue lips
Story begins, climax comes, happy ending finalizes the obscene obligation of my LSD trips.
Made the world the menudo it’s always been, remixed for the top 40 and the number one
Flight of the spirit smoke, on the current of the wind and water, I will always be havin’ fun
Regardless of the reality occurring every day, the alternative is devastatingly horrendous
I will go kickin’ and screamin’ with my heart and soul, I’ll fight, fight, fight, I Am The Fuss!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche April XXIIIrd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @711 AMPST
{ Kicked out the psyche while jammin’ to @GovtMule #HeavyLoadBlues link @ https://youtu.be/z-FNNbBuRQY & #SmokestackLightening by @LynyrdSkynyrd (RIP) link @ https://youtu.be/rfRGWeZtUVk #TrippinOnToTheMoon #GonnaBuryYaBoy & #TubeSnakeBoogie by @ZZTop @ https://youtu.be/OW-5iw7Oc0Q }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche April XXIIIrd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @711 AMPST
{ Kicked out the psyche while jammin’ to @GovtMule #HeavyLoadBlues link @ https://youtu.be/z-FNNbBuRQY & #SmokestackLightening by @LynyrdSkynyrd (RIP) link @ https://youtu.be/rfRGWeZtUVk #TrippinOnToTheMoon #GonnaBuryYaBoy & #TubeSnakeBoogie by @ZZTop @ https://youtu.be/OW-5iw7Oc0Q }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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