GOOD GOD, BAD DOG
Shock to the system will shock you because you’re at One with the system of DNA Programmed in and out of the genome in a random recombination of genetic acid
Came straight out of the stars in Space down to the core of being, it’s a lucky angel
Who got down here in flesh & bone form to exit without a key to the Truth, aw hell!
Fear to be all alone when you've no choice, it’s the way it is & it ain’t my fault, Blue
Deal with the reality, it’s all yours and you cannot give it away, can’t take it with you
You know nothing more than any other man being born to Woman on Earth, it rings
Without Woman, Man cannot exist & experience Time’s essence, God’s atheist sings.
Violation gets a paper & electronic ticket to demand you pay a fine or be penalized
Wage garnishment or pay by charging your credit score for a purchase of dead debt
You’ll know one last breath when you feel it comin’ in your pie hole, One trick papa
One way Out if you recall your original, ovum/egg, anti mitotic divide of yo’ mama.
So cryptic to avoid the clear light of spin-dawn that everything’s not all our way, you fool
You thought school programs you were instructed to mimic for A grades of the all mindful
Was your ticket to success in the real world of hyperbolic extrapolation just all white hair
It all comes down to this, this is both Now & Then, both Here & Now, both Then & There.
Beer money with champagne taste is the middle of the road philosophy I lived & died with
Dangling my modifying tendency to leave final Ends wide open to speculation of the Stith
Monks and apes from the caves, snuck out for a look at the monkeys huffin’ on the Vapes
Used to rub it into the skin and cover the salve with a sheep’s wool-scarf, closed the drapes.
Set and slept in Darkness until the idiot box emitted neutrons & photons of fake-fool fiction
Howdy Doody to Ben Casey to Sesame Street, Electric Company’s trumpin’ Captain Kangaroo
Buy me some food, some clothes, when I’m satisfied with your grant, forget about my threat
I won’t rob you as a highwayman or bilk you like a sinister moron begotten by idiots in debt.
Break your hind end, already cracked without the tail that has been modified through RNA
Can’t tell if we’re specially created by an invisible entity or evolved accidentally from ashes
You know and I know, we all know that they knew what everybody will someday know, eh
I’ve got some News for you, Extra, Extra, Read All About It, paperboy of paper bag dashes.
To be you said before I knew it was at all, furthest from my mind’s eye that I would ever die
I saw others dying & being lowered into graves in the cemetery dirt of a stoned junky gadfly
Pick me for the team of idiots who attempted to intimidate their best player to lessen wins
Be the losers’ spirit in a winner’s skull and bones, secret untold, like it or not, we #GotFins!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, June XXXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to #Everclear @AMRadio link @ https://youtu.be/hjg39XRkjVc }
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