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CANS OF MANKIND’S WASTED TIME IN SPACE

Constant speed of light coming from the red giants & white holes interrupt the divine
As if there is something omnipotent that created this universe full of black star pulsars
Fourth dimension of Time unimaginable other than there’s Nothing to fear in race cars
Rollin’ counter-clockwise ‘round a ¼ mile track, tippin’ lap-dancers’ topless flag checks.

Claws clipped, jaws dropped with necks’ disconnection from the species’ formless soul
Hog-tied by hands and feet to prevent a behavior malfunction & violent defensive toll
Stern the judge must be to have no mercy on those who will never obey any law force
Badges, plain clothes or uniform, cannot matter less to the most likely to be too close.

Harmony of spheres vibrating the inner & outer Id, self in the psyche form, essence of ego
Too criminal to be the bad guy to every good guy on the planet, just grandaddy purple ‘O’
Astronomic skullduggery, a self-experiment to create gods out of things, all sweet nothings
Which points in the atoms can identify the new expectation of extinction of species’ strings.

Halted dead in my own tracks as I will be when I’m doin’ the horizontal bop underground
Fish out of Lake Michigan early in the morning when they’re not payin’ attention to sound
Noise from the boats slappin’ upon the waves makes no difference to hungry brown trout
Homeless yet still alive in and out of the alleys waiting for the kids to empty the trash out.

Worse than naked apes in prisons, cages in zoos & labs on every continent, I speak for Science

 Do tell the Truth or the lie might be believed and elevated to a command, a alogrhythm to tell
My computer games & the function of the matrix have symmetry and are in line to go to Hehl
In a handbasket or just the concept you analyze as your Self, part of the wasted gang of Spaz’.

Don’t get me wrong or you’ll miss the punishment of the original sin of the Prime Mover kin
Unjustifiable inheritance for us all of the justice imparted for disobedience & alcohol drinkin’
In a binge or a kegger party for your #Bestie, out in a boondock’s night fog or the lake beach
Every year from 16 to 71, decades of a drunken binge, all wasted, toes up as I die in a ditch.

by

r j j  stephan, i 

c.  Mercredi, June XXVIII, MMXXIII Anno Domini  @ 350 PMPST

“Black & white make white & black, nothing more than everything there is or ever will be!” – r j s

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #HorizontalBop by @BobSeager on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_qsUz1Gic5s }