SIGN YIELD TO PANACEAS #JELLYBEANSlament #FUNK

THIS ONE’S FOR YOU JELLYBEAN JOE JOE

It’s really of no consequence at all that I have gleaned the treasure buried right in my back yard
High and mighty or low and dirty down to Earth and if there is a Hell below where we all will go
As ol’ Mayfield rhymed the chime from my late teens to my seventies, no other signals get bled
If you play, you pay, simple as that, a priori basics to learn harmony or else, got be a deadhead.

Not only but also, blah, blah, blah as the word salad gets the dressing and seasoning to enhance it
Hunger plays no role in the taste of the thing that’s mixed with other things from Earth’s deep chit
How or why are no business of mine, I only care about breathing & eating, wasting food in no Time
Pouring H2O through arteries & veins in a mortal sin’s network of muscles & nerves, Oneness’ Space.

History repeats the unrepeatable on a regular basis only to be ignored prior to the happening itself
The reason why is because the facts of life are, nobody’s paying attention except for the ones in jail
Not more nor less than being locked up in prisons, jails or penitentiaries each behind obstructions
Got some good news and some bad news for you & your ilk, my ilk, our ilk & that forgives y’all sins.

Everything you all & everything I do is not a free will, free choice of you, yourself, or anyone else, sir
It’s a cause-and-effect program of gargantuan proportions but it reduces to a common denominator
Mam, it’s all in a nutshell for the squirrel to find, to crack the husk open for the treasure of inner fir
Chew, taste, swallow, digest verses’ chapters of paragraphs indicating wisdom’s books of woeful blur.

Whether the teachers were good, bad, ugly or a combination of the three essential qualities of gods
Ones higher than our oxygen can accommodate and all of the rest of us, you, me, everyone we know
Last hand dealt is the one I win, probably what will be will be whether I know in advance or I believe
In the myth, in the meantime, there’s a need to feed, never bleed, whether blood’s, silver’s or gold’s.

There’s something about a song from a baby infant to adolescent boy, to open the door by me too
Named in the lyrics, believing my program was to open the door, when I did, either I won or got blue
Expecting nothing & getting anything at all is a hundred percent better than a disappointment’s end
Anyway you put down the argument from premise of assumptions to induced deduction, a godsend.

Recovery of your mindless ramblings to put in a nutshell is both necessary and impossible for death
But anyway, it’s nearly impossible to be wrong when you’re right if you use reason & logic to be unruly
Deductions are judgements about how to avoid death as long as possible, to be fit & survive in health
Take my breath away and my cadaver becomes the stiff in the morgue, toe tag of Moe, Larry or Curly.

But seriously folks, the one or two of y’all who made it this far, keep reading & you’ll score a bell jar
Might be a Ball jar though, moonshine from the bayou, a French Indian squeeze, baptized souls afar
A hundred years, more or less, for each of the humans who evolved out of the muck & mire’s hot fire
Only the humans who read and get IT will know, the others will survive and remain innocent fodder.

What do you know Joe? For me to know & for you to find out, you asking me to tell you a secret?
I’ve got Nothing to say about anything in this Cause/Effect universe I personally perceive as just Life
No more nor less than other plants & animals here and now, we live, we die, boom that’s it, all of it
Fools for the city we slice it up on any of seven continents not submerged underwater, I am a knife.

Money on the bets will get you killed if you’re a loser, better be invisible or you’ll get whacked
Nothing personal, it’s an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, me casa est tu casa, mi amigo
Filling in blanks with gunpowder will blow your socks off or in a civil war make you hero gringo
Completely fixed zero to infinity, nothing can be done or undone, Nothing is a woman racked.

Morphing from soul to body back to soul is what this substance of a world is all about, a check
There’s a hole in the universe and we are all inside of it, it’s a fact of life, you can’t give a crack
Lucky to have grabbed a few twists and turns around the mighty sun, I miss it already, too dark
Yet it’s the way it is & that’s the way it is, for us all, believers & deceivers alike, same boat deck.

Packs of dogs and cigarettes all killed their prey before they ate them dead or alive, it’s the sums
For the audience who sits and watches others act, sing, run and fall down before the end comes
It always does end though, it’s a finale, finally causing the lights to go out & curtain to get downs
Stage clears, the building and parking lots clear for the streets to hum with adulation and clowns.

Inner silence, inner core, magic of abra cadabra, to please and to thank the power that is in me
And you and everyone alive here and now, ones who died, ones who will come into the big city
Or tiny town in the middle of nowhere, 50 states of that & six other continents of this here scat
Monkeys fooling around with the cause of atoms, to bring the eves of destruction, CoVid19 bat.

Who doesn’t care, I don’t care, what am I gonna do, shout to high heaven & be institutionalized
Forever medicated until the last gasp of gas comes through and gets spit out by the lips’ last spit
Down your lip, down your chin, down your neck, down your chest to your heart, last three beats
For each equals two & there’s one leftover for us both, you I love CAS, who loves ya baby? Me!

by

r j j  stephan i

c.  Sunday, November 26, 2023, Anno Domination at 0600 AMPST

{ Continued the discontinuation of discontent with no recourse other than focus on Bliss & Wonder of Life, Liberty & the Pursuit of Happiness while jammin’ to the #88’s link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEOgBRDo7fI }

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