#StacysMom pi 3.14 @ZZTop #FoolForYourStockings (Not Body Bags!)

3.14 #TOP

Five will get you ten & there’s an outer limit deep inside of the twilight zone
It’s right there in front of your face just like it has always been since day one
Measuring the generation of sperm & egg as you refer to civilization’s bone
Playing games with or without rules depending on the players, just for fun.

Apemen and I’m not just whistling Dixie man, naked apes erect as 72” trees
Some more, some less but all of them living in stench of the refuse & trash
Some white, some not so white and kind of off-white, just like high priests
Uncalled for revolt against the power that rules the roost, public servants.

17 percent of the population of the 1700’s Colonies of Thirteen fought War
Mysticism and the stockpiling of the ammunition for the mass destruction
Of old spikers and snakes, the ancestors lamented & then expired, drunken star
Sun shining, open borders of the United States in lock-down, it’s One’s son.

Unknown occult your mother warned you about, oh wait, she didn’t? Kids!
I’ll lay it down for you, it will win your heart and mind, it’s the best lay ever
You’ll know someday after you find out what God’s Reason for being alive is
With blinded eyes I’ve inherited from my forefathers, I think I got the fever.

For God’s gold, for the Truth about Why Earth exists, Why Mankind is many
From One we assume the Many came, it makes no sense in reverse destiny
Know this, sanitize your dishwasher like a fool for your stockings, trust me
Dead food scraps down the sewers to the fountains of our youth, God free.

Invented the mothers and imagined the fathers to yield the fruit of the pie
As 3.14 times anything but zero is something on Nothing, thinkin’ I can fly
Like a gnat or an eagle, can’t walk, can’t drive so to fly in Space is God’s gift
Mean children raised by mean women & absent men, extinction’s 3rd shift.

Punks, bums and junkies were all educated by elders with no self-worth
Just the feeling that paranoia is better than survival of the most fit to be
Hobos cashed checks, spent the change, the goods were good afterbirth
@Pi side of the road, asphalt side street, up a gangway backroad alley.

#Flash & #Sparky @Spirit’s holy water await Ends on the air of bald eagles
Soaring up, wings down ad infinitum, soul searching for mugs to seal deals
To be human or not, when one learns the Truth about Time’s infinite cost
That’s a moment you realize that nothing can be found, we are all so lost.

Deep space pieces, silver threads and golden needles leaking stupid idiots
Out of M.A.S.H. hospitals & into a morgue, the pinnacle of successful tots
Played in cribs, crawled on the ground of being, I stayed a long time there
Dirty water polluted nightmares of two grandmas long gone, I’m still here.

Flyin' on the lowdown for a sortie or two, in a dirty tricking’ of your trick
Underneath the radar & invisible to the sonar waves of infrared, so cosmic
Keep in mind that teachers taught you about the bad old fish, Moby Dick
Dirty Harry’s on the inside lookin’ out for us all, even the dead & gone sick.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 4-10-2023 A.D. @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted this AM, 50 miles all in my mind, jammin to
@WahWahWatson & @HerbieHancock 1976 LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/K3lgmnsTdcA & #CherryPie by @Warrant link @ https://youtu.be/I88Izbmrxq4 }

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