I DONT CARE EITHER! Lunatic Luna Loon! #GodGaveYouDiddlySquat #Fbombers

STRAIGHT FACE, GOLF SHIRT ON THE BACK #9

Huge number of idiots hatched via the devil boys’ rough & all too human green
As if anything at all matters at all to anyone, dead or alive, altar boys don’t count
It’s knowledge & wisdom not to be born redundant ad infinitum Time unseen
In stealth without the need to bleed or breathe in or out, everything’s an eagle.

No graduation from the school of hard knocks, you keep funkin’ out, lie forever
Since you were six years old until sixty years young, it’s always on your mind, her
She & her girlfriends, her lady friends are all into the boys of funk, they funk out
Kidding aside, I’m not kidding & I’m not givin’ you the jelly bean shirt off my back.

A spoken tongue is impossible to understand if you’ve not been immersed at birth
Nothing personal, it’s the nature of the human beast, there’s exceptions on Earth
It ain’t for me to write or say for anyone to read or hear Words that mean a ton
Nothing’s the subject, predicate, object, adverbs of verbs, quiet on the set, Action.

Knife or sword, at my disposal for self-defense, initiate no offense without a cause
Regarding your mind and body, it’s a textbook quick read that’ll make God pause
In the clouds above or below the south pole’s are below the orbital planet plane
Goats, kids, tests, exams, finals the higher education from coast to coast cocaine.

Transform your mind from ignorance to an enlightened, waking dream state of Oz
Zoological essence of extinction is the skulls and crossbones of historical apes’ fez
Broken imagination into smithereens without reason, it’s a logical, fallacious farce
Out of my mind figuring out the calculus, the analytical geometry, the Physics face.

 
How to do nothing without getting in trouble, show the value of being unmoved
You know the divine is silent on this saint situation, angels anointed the #Woke
Easy to persuade the idiots and the morons that they’ll be rewarded as the folk
Inheritors of things accumulated by the ones that died, nothing et al is proved.

Spread your fully extended wings & jump up off of the cliff, catch the wind drift
You & Space become the same thing, sliding on the wave’s wake into a downshift
Into the salty sea, my board got stuck at the bottom’s Crush, out of air, I’m all gone
Binging on jokers laughter to displace the pain and suffering of mind, body alone.

Aces’ wholes & holes in One, not only holy but also certain it’ll be a rock bottom
A planet is what we’ve been advised we live upon by a specter turned into bum
Looky here now sister & brother from other mothers, let’s have a tete a tete now
Later will be boom-late at ground zero, missile fired up to launch, let us all blow!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, May XVth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to @Eminem #CrackABottle on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_wN3wl473M0 )

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