3 eight 73 3-8-2034 (?) #AMBROSIA #YoureTheOnlyWoman #AllOfYall

THEREFORE, I AM (winning)

Inside of the atomic nucleus of the Oneness you’ve gleaned from the Power of Infinity split
Into the multicolored rainbow of reflective glass, you break into shards of moments God lit
Peace and War to keep the tiny minds occupied so they don’t want to impeach the PORT-US
Not being a living human being means you’re a dead & gone one of the many, #NoJoke fuzz.

Free to die & that’s all you’ve got, freedom’s a conceptual analysis away from rebellions aloof
Hunger is a munch or two away from hot gold in a city near you, not Mayberry but great L.A.
There are government cheese programs for the C-minus students who can’t afford to get, Tush
Food stamps for free is more than you can earn by working, by labor, by office desk paper push.

Driving in the bike line, speeding twenty miles over the limit of fifteen MPH, what’s the scoop?
Learned all the ABC’s, watched TV’s, joined the command of stinking stench named an F-Troop
Sighing into Ether, Space tucked between your legs, Earth & the empty void of stuff inside, Duh
I am outside prison walls now, you won’t find me ever again, I am not on your doctor’s agenda.

For once but also for the last time, this is moving to the halting of the march forward skit
Nowhere left to go except six feet down to the bottom of the rocks that rolled into graves
Of the mice and men who ain’t here anymore, forget about them, carve word into granite
Bums made the junkies invisible to you and I but they’re there by the Railroad Track’s spit.

Where the BBQ and trash burns for the bottom of the barrel to add another pile of potash
Minimum wages and billionaires pay for the #7/11’s and #WhiteHens to wait for the Lotto
Numbers to take your extra cash & redistribute the wealth to the mothers without fathers
Bangin’ hips down to the bottom’s lines, last breath, gasp, then y’all will know, y’all OUT!

Of course, you’re the one who wants to get down to the ground with or without your Id
Not you, not yours, nothing to do with anything in front of your face, you’re out your mind
Not your fault, morons and idiosyncratic metabolisms don’t count, no fault of your own
It’s all about the accident, the collision of matter in the middle of nowhere, Mind Is Blown!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, June XXIXth , MMXXIII A.D. @ 1010 AMPST
{ Kicked this out the psyche this AM imposing on the neighbors listenin’ to #MyNeighbors #BigSmo link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbfOXrQ0N84 @  https://youtu.be/DbfOXrQ0N84  & @MongtomeryGentry link @ https://youtu.be/tJixs2FoZ_Y }

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