p i = 3. 1414 ...{roughly}
I didn’t do it many times, first I cut the pie in two halves, four quarters and eighteen eighths
A cup of mocha java or a three cent carton of chocolate milk, I thought I had y’all in the face
Laugh, it’s funny with the gold & the velvet idiots who appear to be carnival barker’s ol’ soul
On the Space and Time you’ve conceived so you are able to criticize your own lack of control.
You have nailed the two by fours together to begin the frame of an Earth’s planetary mutation
Making trees and rocks, sand and dirt into a form of shelter to protect the human bodies in sin
If you comprehend both split infinitives & the skies of blue above and below this planet’s fauna
Then you’ll be able to sleep without One’s eye open, if you don’t have three then it’s 1 of 2, duh!
I’m from the windiest city in the world as I’ve been told from 1951 thru 1969, I’d put up your dukes
From the garden of children at four, five, six & seven, I saw the future with none of them in any of it
The nightmare of children in both public and private schools in every culture on everywhere, full tilt
How and why, when and where are the words used to question authority, within or without the ruse.
Hookers, w#ores on cells’ walls inside of the bars & concrete rocks, not them just trillion dollar coins
Well endowed with a pirate’s cove treasure gleaned out of a cruel world’s egg whites & square loins
Unknown answers on a cheat-cheat stuck into the back of my necktie, can’t use a bow tie for an A&B
Grades to get to a higher education above the parochial enculturation of infantile minds of The Free!
Indenture from sixteen to a hundred give or take a day, year or decade & you wind up at The Ending
Like going down a drain, Earth spins & brings all pleasure/pain from alpha to omega, humans all sing
Out or in tune with the melody and rockin’ jazz-blues beats comin’ out of thin air, elliptical god-swag
Think, hangin' 'round stars, divide One's duration by revolutionary orbits a la papa's brand new bag.
Painted it all white so I couldn’t see the shapes and shadows back on the wall, I started it, I’ll finish it
Grown from 1 invisible sub-pebble shaped egg, microscopic to macroscopic, optical #godsmack fit
Laugh every day you’re awake & conscious without pain & suffering, 24/7 pleasure & happiness too
Divine justice y’all, every one of us, I’ll judge souls & intent of every single human, astonish the fool!
Now and then the junk yard comes in handy, refuse of the civilized men and women who run a Zoo
Sometimes the good things get thrown away by mistake or on purpose by the robber & owners too
President or dictator of The Herd of the linguistically challenged & empty bags of absurdity, tin skin
Lipstick on a pig is invisible in Darkness; Narrow Way is Sound, OM to communicate, makin’ bacon.
Holy scat is just a manner of speaking about facts of life, not descended from Adam & Eve’s shiftiest
God extinction is humanity’s survival, holy wars settle the battle, analyzing concepts Unknown is best
Here & now or then & there, whenever the random chaos winds up down at the Deli’s ham sammich
Need a kosher slice of pickle & mustard on Jewish rye, cut it in half, crucify my kidneys, God's Rich!
Fine as the rough edges around the perimeter of the protected love of my life, words alive in a hole
Four walls, three lines of a shape mated together in a triangle of squares, empty area within, a fool
Two timing Ma-mother & Godfather with my 7 wives and 40 children, y’all worked to civilize history
What Title #42, #TrojanHorse full of fuel mutation-DNA, Texas’ lock ‘em all out, #STFU everybody!
Cut of your jib is welcome, I copy your condescending attitude toward the discrimination of Man
As if discriminating between the good & the bad is Evil itself, the survival mechanism of Peter Pan
Adam to Zacharia, prepare for your demise, yes, you will die, sooner or later, what will you do then
Hot God’s damned things in Hades & everywhere else, systemic burning, congealed, divine phlegm.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 5-8-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Failed to Launch this AM at 0600, yet in search of the miraculously serendipitous event, succeeded at jammin’ to slow-roll of @BrothersOsborne #ShootMeStraight link @ https://youtu.be/-aiQEys3APU }
A cup of mocha java or a three cent carton of chocolate milk, I thought I had y’all in the face
Laugh, it’s funny with the gold & the velvet idiots who appear to be carnival barker’s ol’ soul
On the Space and Time you’ve conceived so you are able to criticize your own lack of control.
You have nailed the two by fours together to begin the frame of an Earth’s planetary mutation
Making trees and rocks, sand and dirt into a form of shelter to protect the human bodies in sin
If you comprehend both split infinitives & the skies of blue above and below this planet’s fauna
Then you’ll be able to sleep without One’s eye open, if you don’t have three then it’s 1 of 2, duh!
I’m from the windiest city in the world as I’ve been told from 1951 thru 1969, I’d put up your dukes
From the garden of children at four, five, six & seven, I saw the future with none of them in any of it
The nightmare of children in both public and private schools in every culture on everywhere, full tilt
How and why, when and where are the words used to question authority, within or without the ruse.
Hookers, w#ores on cells’ walls inside of the bars & concrete rocks, not them just trillion dollar coins
Well endowed with a pirate’s cove treasure gleaned out of a cruel world’s egg whites & square loins
Unknown answers on a cheat-cheat stuck into the back of my necktie, can’t use a bow tie for an A&B
Grades to get to a higher education above the parochial enculturation of infantile minds of The Free!
Indenture from sixteen to a hundred give or take a day, year or decade & you wind up at The Ending
Like going down a drain, Earth spins & brings all pleasure/pain from alpha to omega, humans all sing
Out or in tune with the melody and rockin’ jazz-blues beats comin’ out of thin air, elliptical god-swag
Think, hangin' 'round stars, divide One's duration by revolutionary orbits a la papa's brand new bag.
Painted it all white so I couldn’t see the shapes and shadows back on the wall, I started it, I’ll finish it
Grown from 1 invisible sub-pebble shaped egg, microscopic to macroscopic, optical #godsmack fit
Laugh every day you’re awake & conscious without pain & suffering, 24/7 pleasure & happiness too
Divine justice y’all, every one of us, I’ll judge souls & intent of every single human, astonish the fool!
Now and then the junk yard comes in handy, refuse of the civilized men and women who run a Zoo
Sometimes the good things get thrown away by mistake or on purpose by the robber & owners too
President or dictator of The Herd of the linguistically challenged & empty bags of absurdity, tin skin
Lipstick on a pig is invisible in Darkness; Narrow Way is Sound, OM to communicate, makin’ bacon.
Holy scat is just a manner of speaking about facts of life, not descended from Adam & Eve’s shiftiest
God extinction is humanity’s survival, holy wars settle the battle, analyzing concepts Unknown is best
Here & now or then & there, whenever the random chaos winds up down at the Deli’s ham sammich
Need a kosher slice of pickle & mustard on Jewish rye, cut it in half, crucify my kidneys, God's Rich!
Fine as the rough edges around the perimeter of the protected love of my life, words alive in a hole
Four walls, three lines of a shape mated together in a triangle of squares, empty area within, a fool
Two timing Ma-mother & Godfather with my 7 wives and 40 children, y’all worked to civilize history
What Title #42, #TrojanHorse full of fuel mutation-DNA, Texas’ lock ‘em all out, #STFU everybody!
Cut of your jib is welcome, I copy your condescending attitude toward the discrimination of Man
As if discriminating between the good & the bad is Evil itself, the survival mechanism of Peter Pan
Adam to Zacharia, prepare for your demise, yes, you will die, sooner or later, what will you do then
Hot God’s damned things in Hades & everywhere else, systemic burning, congealed, divine phlegm.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 5-8-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Failed to Launch this AM at 0600, yet in search of the miraculously serendipitous event, succeeded at jammin’ to slow-roll of @BrothersOsborne #ShootMeStraight link @ https://youtu.be/-aiQEys3APU }
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