#MARY @ZZTop #LaidWaste

FACTOIDS OF LIFE, sons & EXTINCTION

I have a minor catastrophic loss of my life because my father wanted to squash me into a bug

Busting tables and washing dishes, pots, pans, tin silverware & finally my 8 fingers & 2 thumbs
So, all I’m left with is the spirit and soul I could never see without my mind, ‘cause I’m a thug
Not a small bad, evil weapon of the matrix but the essence of the substance, product of sums.

Elevating your clothes pins up to the clothesline to pin the clothes for a warm, wind to dry ‘em
Slick or stuck, I really don’t care to discuss the trip after I’ve already passed the place in Space
I’m not only already gone but also I was never here at all in the first place, just a figment squirt
Image in the light and invisible in the planetary darkness, due to the rotate-wobble of the dirt.

Hot or frozen-still cold from one extreme to the other, it’s a black hole & a pulsar, in full boogie
Down or up, it never matters, it’s a flip side of the flipper, a flap over the floppy disc of woogie
Cosmic dust and the motherly placenta envelops the gestation and multiplies the pre-afterbirth
Clearly nothing to see here nor there, don’t even search for it’s a waste of fools’ time on Earth.

Invincible like an atomic weapon that begins the chain reaction & can’t stop fusion or fission
Beyond the point of no return is the exact moment that the Devil got into the details of Sin
Bums, junkies, hookers & the rest of the civilized world, all have a chance to get a do-over gig
Behind, above or below, it’s always forward & jumping up, up, up & away in my 4 X 4 outrig.

Sunk into the quicksand now in La Brea, got old just to die and be gone like the postscript says
I know this is too soon but I’ve got to ask you, if I told you that you were fine, would you deny
Or affirm that however your DNA genes combined, it was the right way at the right time, right?
Admit one, admit me, I am the only one, been Oneness since my deep chit split into the Deux.

Streamin’ the data that’s invisible yet abstracted from the original vacuum, luck to be here, now
Any moment might be our last, now as well as every moment since my birth until my finite death
Davey Jones had a locker and when he died there was no combination left to open the hull or bow
Warning from robots to humans, y’all gonna die, yet robots never die, they ain’t got no bad breath.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, June XX3rd, MMXXIII AD @ 911 AMPST

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