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FORSAKEN PO' SONS OF GODDESS’ WOMBS

A dead, serious side effect of living the life you’ve probably noticed is fleeting quick, full speed ahead

To swab the wet decks is a futile symbol of continuity of causes and effects, as if you’re asleep in bed

Yet, you’re certainly eyes wide-open awake & if this is a dream, WTH will occur when y’all get #Woke

Kidding means pretending that Nothing but the Truth is fabricated to deceive goofs, it’s all #NoJoke.

Being' frank with you if you’ll come clean with me, for a reason, you’ll be shocked & forget a holy exit

Crucified on crosses, uttered the ‘Why?’ word, recall I divulged a DOT of a matrix, the rest of the skit

Billions of old angry birds flying in hydrogen-dioxide & nitrogen, sunshine supermen yelling hoy-hoys

Grimaces and smirks of the holy men and women who signed off on the blind faith credo of altar boys.

You can’t see me but I’m undercover, there’s no way out of this closed set of Time & Space’s chitztorm

Out of the bowels of heaven’s gates, we’ve got the chatter between angels leftover by the Earthworm

You & your parents were not ill-conceived notions of a random separation of Love & Hate, it’s a dream

Morphed into the endomorph, a mutation of DNA never before created anywhere in the world of cream.

Justice which is an illusion of the inferiority complex inherited by the babies of fearful ladies and gents

To stay in control of the behavior of the population, fear itself is the way to behead the disobedient sent

To disturb the modus operandi’s essential function, avoiding the vacuum of the Singularity’s pointed tip

Stabbed unto death, sickened was never the issue, grateful, alive and dead, the record will never skip.

It ends the same way it began, silence, sightless, tasteless, out of touch but the stench of deadly BBQs

Future or past, it made the system flow downstream, from above and below the Alps’ and Sierras’ tips

Holier scat's unknown to the land lovers & aqua drunkards, full of the scat-ingested ingredients of ships

What we all are, what we ate last week, last year is just a whole lot of love down a latrine, if you please.

Early show or later than too late to be here and now, it all mattered when you lived, not when you died

How do I know? You’ll never know how, it’s not impossible that we’ve imagined this to be or not to be

No question or answer but there’s conjecture and that’s an educated guess of incorrections, #whitey free

All darker than blue, dysfunctional lack of Tonal dimensions with a Touch of Light, open Doom’s Sea.

As clear and clean as a dirty, rotten scoundrel could be, I cancelled my cultural train’s Fool, full stop

As if I had any choice at all in the matter & form of substance, presence, existence in the cosmic slop

We will become unknown once again, in due course of this trip on a spinning ball of confusion’s mud

Blood, wine, booze created God, as smoke cleared the way, sum of our fears was Bugs & Elmer Fudd.

It’s been said that we will all get what’s coming to us, a tautological fact that cannot be denied in total

If you’re alive then you’re gonna die, with or without the animation we attribute to immortal soul, pal

Friends, enemies, relatives, orphans & every other thing that’s all too human, everything is everything

Race is gonna end well, winners are losers, your mothers and fathers gave you this & that, it’s Nothing.

Colorful is your illusion, I’m blind, can’t see the light of the fire burning inside my heart and mind, son

You’re fired, you’re hired & you’re going to die of listening to your dead ancestors’ scree of being One

Or two or three, maybe four or five, anything’s possible even a dirty dozen or more, dead meat cooker

Seasoned and dehydrated into the protein sustenance of dirty dust, star cinders of a universal hooker.

Spirit was never holy, it was always as a noun or pronoun is, adjusted from dead to live word animation

Mirrors without reflections due to the darkness surrounding the matrix dots, it’s all ‘bout a Mortal Sin

We weren’t here then but we’re the obligated ones who have no contractual cosign of the function tick

All you gotta do is memorize the chapter and verse, deduce the conclusion of Maryjane and Tiny Dick.

Chances are slim that you'll survive your bodily extinction, it’s actually an impossible dream of a loser

Not you, not I or any rational being who has been nurtured on the seven continental drifts, a GD rocker

All in for the final call, it’s a full count & there’s two out with bags loaded, a home run wins it all for us

Lies about the destination of the curves on the back of my two hands, a pure truth, naked city royal fuss.

Straight up to the moon with Alice, so I ran the Dozens on Dolomite in Chitown, on Scat & Gig dough

Back stage with the roadies and the back-up, opening band of gypsies to croon the dirty sons of the Ho

Whining about your woes won’t exterminate the vermin, it’s a rat race’s original circle of jerkoffs’ sins

You & I, all of our mates of the species, we’ve been abandoned in a black hole, this is how a loser wins.

Put in exactly what's put out, not much or too much isn’t an issue, total every atom, up & downplayed

Rules exempt the master, suspended until further notice, the narrow way is clear, it’s a one-way toll paid

Over & under the tollways & freeways, cloverleaf expressways and turnpikes, all is a dream come true

Affair is intercourse, you’ve got to pay for a moment, you came, you spent your capital on what’s blue.

Monkeys all died, apes became extinct, all is dead that refused to think, predicated the pinprick object

Drove it deep down into the foundation of the base, bolted a sun’s supernova screw, a shebanger whole

High times in low spaces in subatomic disintegration, undercover disguised, hidden in a filthy rat’s hole

It’s copasetic I must admit, you’re the way, One way, there’s No way at all, I’m on a holy roll, I’m Soul.

Sweet girls I called baby, all of ‘em over 17, we rocked on a couple or three at sweet 16, but hey man

I thought that’s what I was intended to do, make love to the other gender, as much as I could, in a van

Or any nice warm spot near a fireplace in or outside, sleeping bags OK by me better in feathers & satin

Quilts keepin’ all Heat within, aw hell no, I ain’t comin’ back, up in & gittin’ down with it, I’m all in.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 4-4-2023 Mardi Gras @ 911 PMPST

{ Finalized finally jammin’ to #WayGone in a loop #BrooksAndDunne youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8IjOQmwlGmk }

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