aWesson, SMITH & JONES’ RUGER TRIGGER-FINGER Blunder
Mortal sins against nobody but me, myself & I, no good God in me, come on manAt the final end when your bones & blood go down in fire & ice, One’s in the can
Meaning nothing you can do about it all, it’s a cause & effect of rock & roll teat
Holy milk cows put into the DNA position of being hamburgers on a hot grill spit.
Feared boo of the boogie men who interrupted your & my path’s crossroad pass
You and all of us others you are not related to other than the atomic anti-matter
Know who you are and you’re half-way there, in the final end, eyes will all see it
The truth only hurts if you have feelings without a body or soul, ain’t no s#it skit.
Stay with me now, it’s not just a random scree about reality of a third kind
Killer doves of peace & war making treaties to be broken in fair downwind
Just because you & yours think you’re prettier than the other tribal cluster
Burnt & consumed into the Ether, where goddesses get their kicks, yes sir.
Blunders occurred on my watch, keeping a look-out was a good forty winks
Not this day, the harbor of Pearl was found to be the noose-necklace of finks
No need to cast aspersions so we’ll leave it at that, if the shoe fits, pay dues
Boss, you know & I know, it’s all in the alleys, in the streets, on the avenues.
Money ain’t easy to get, it’s Fool’s Gold on printed paper, circular jerk love
Laws created controls, a Base Exchange of big bangs for bucks below above
Of peace and the war of the winners & losers who know they’re all gonna die
Today, tomorrow, some millions yesterday, all gone, finished, caput, let's fly!
Gods are never responsible for the accidental collisions of planetary cosmic dust
Everybody has sacrificed all goods of labor fruit to unknown nothingness’ K-kiss
Shoes, socks, two feet down & out of bounds, a leg to stand inside a divine door
Out in the open, right in front of my very eyes, while lookin’ at me in the mirror.
Banks full of the gold-fingered blood, sweat & tears of wonderful dead papas
Last gasp of wind into your esophagus before you let the ghost loose, all recall
It’s a memory of the Past in the Future that you can’t remember, dead mamas
All the greater & grand ones, even single, old & young ones, god means: I Am!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, Memorial Day, May 29th, 2023 A.D. #SomeGaveItAll
{What
it means is people died, because people lied! Don’t kid yourself with
the pompous pretension, just all about the sexy girls that the dead
warriors never got to come home to… drafted while listenin’ to
#SexyGirl & #Hits by @GlennFrey link @ https://youtu.be/v1f-PP8WPGc}
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