Sick, Tired, Feelin' Fine as #9

GODS OF THE WARS

I’m in the park, on the court, infield, green, deep black hole, it’s a greyhound bus
Forming the Singularity of Matter which has no word in language & no esprezzo
Not only because nobody has ever known the answer nor will anyone ever know
But also, because the One you claim to know or to be Unknown is an evil genius.

Of the responsibility for this planet’s survival among prison inmates, uncivilized
Kids screaming about a mental problem, out of unmedicated control, pills, shots
Makin’ out in the back seat of my father’s Chevy, Ford & Dodge ‘til I got Pontiac
Firebird with my T-tops stolen by the bad guys out of a parking lot, I trust robots.

Infinity the concept that is out of our hands yet the nothingburger needs relish
Double-double, animal-styles from whatever goes out the drive-thru windows
If you don’t get what you wanted, there’s no need to fear, underdog is here
Long or short, it’s just a line from point to point, it is but it ain’t, it’s all in One.

Hearts and souls missing from the equation, it’s probably a function of Shazam
Yeah, you know what I mean, you did your homework & got A’s on a final exam
Hills of beans in a can of universal gas, you can’t make this up out of nowhere
Wild birds in the nest, chirping life before jumpin’ out into a wild blue yonder.

First through the last breath, it’s always in and out, nobody can hold it in long
Once it’s over though, you can’t even get artificial respiration to help, it’s caput
All over except the burial or incineration of Remains, no soul leftovers though
Stone made to guard the ground above your hole in the ground, it says, RIP!

Faked the old news just like the newer old stuff we used to all trash
Now it’s all the best thing since sliced bread, even steven, gotta dash
Out of the room, out of the yard into the ecstatic part of the dream
Gonna wake up in a second or two, takin’ a little longer moon beam.
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Gods of the wars that broke windows and smashed down doors, unite
In the end, it’s all gonna whimper opposite of the Big Bang, we’ll fight
For the right to party because that’s all there will be left, no more work
To be as uncivilized as a first man in paradise, creator had to be a dork.

It’s never easy, shouldn’t be & never will be, that’s just the way it is
Not my choice, I’m just the messenger, to shoot me is to be a GD clown
Maybe that’s what you are, then go ahead, if not, put the gun back down
You’re fired! Fired upon you you’ve bled out, graduate, tip a cap & gown.

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r j j stephan, I

c. Vendredi, June 9th 2023 A.D. @ 333 PMPST
{ Jacked out of the world while jammin’ to #UnchainedMelody @RighteousBrothers link @ https://youtu.be/qiiyq2xrSI0 }

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