#HalfCocked

x = y  NEVER

MARY THE M.o.G.

Indeed, if you don’t laugh at the joke then you’re gonna cry about the punch line’s laughs
May you never need the power of the sun or any of the stars to defend your living gaffs
In the dark’s closets where angels fear to go, no eyes to see or ears to hear, a mortal sin
All there is in the dream without the five senses intact, outside of the realm of the coffin.

Protect the innocent from the predators who will come & take what’s not nailed downtown
From any light and heavy metal, on every side street, every single alley and turnpike uptown
Pride’s prejudice against any group you ain’t in will cause the war, battles for DNA’s hairspray
All up in arms with your panties in a bunch by now, or maybe you need a bit more to be Fly?

Here we go, takin’ off of the ground of being goin’ as high as the sky allows, it’s empty there
Just whatever spirits fly after they die & leave their skin & bones for the others to ‘not’ care
Sure, I knew she was a virgin & that whatever GI Joe happened twas immaculate deception
What’s that mean? GI Joe happened? Meaning hit copulation & run out by immortal sins.

Hey, I’m still here in the room, I hear everything you’re saying & what you’re thinking, all set
Fill up a thimble with your wisdom and knowledge and then I’ll let you in an the dark secret
You’re in a computer simulation of an alien from another star system in the cosmos, car-sick
Intercoursed dialogue, injected a wad of LSD programmed, chromosomic acid, hydrochloric.

Now worms, now snakes, now insects, squirm, crawl, climb, jump or fly about the gas’ airs
Bounty hunters are the winners, the predators who kill & eat efficiently to save care bears
When it’s all said & it’s all done, everyone alive now and then will know the Truth is finite
Blood runs cold until it stops ‘cause it’s either hot or it’s not, virgin’s birth make gods’ light.

It’s all down here in the mud, blood and beer where the rattles & the hums are au naturelle
Skating and sliding on the ice and down the hills and moguls I can’t even see, I’m snow-blind
Eventually I will come out dead or alive and, in the end, nothing matters and what if it didn’t?
Then you are free to do what you want to do; the laws will regulate if you’re out of hand s#it.

Bites on an apple off a tree of knowledge without wisdom mutated into bytes of @AppleInc pine
Moog is a mooch and everybody knows your surreal name, it’s right there on your name tag sign
Game is over before you even knew you were playin’ on the stage for the minions to get outraged
So, so fine, Mary oh mother of One who might be Two or Three, depending on a family DNA tree.

God close to gold when you get old in the fold of sheeple you’ve been dropped into, the DNA pool
Fault of nobody, obligation of no one, just a random, neutral shot in the dark, to cause The Ending
U-Haul truck to haul my load to the venue up the hill, where buffalo roam & an American river falls
Down from the Sierra Nevada snowcaps melting after the storm’s leftover melting crystal snowballs.

Down it, pi’s 3.14 into the yards of the field, the feet of the homerun fence from the pentagram base
It’s the only score that matters, all numbers at the end of the game, a contest for the survival of face
Blood runs cold or warm, everything matters that there’s nothing that matters more than my breath
It comes in & it goes out of my face, absorbing the good, regurgitating the evil that ain’t alive, death.

Edited all the blood out the form, the only thing that’s left is the BBQ and the potato salad & greens
Food for thought is right here & right now, dig right in and don’t delay for the dessert, eat it now man
Corrupt the whole shebang by getting the payoff before the labor, it’ll all turn to shyt in ways & means
A kick in the hind end or Cabesa will cause a known result, blood tension, smashed sandman’s genes.

Washed my hands, turned wine into blood, blew the white flour into a divine body, split into zillions
Pieces of the whole shebang, to make the poor and rich feel better about being mere scat minions
Used to rock and roll until you got used to the jazz’s rhythm and blues, corrupt concerts of classical
I am, therefore I will animate what used to be a crying, helpless, lump of DNA marrow-bone-muscle.

Brought you in from the darkness, you recall that you smiled like you knew I was comin’ for you, AHA
Now it’s One fact of life, a fait complete for al who cares to entertain the deception of blah blah blah
Corrupt my sling and my arms won’t know where to swing, blind evil and blind good, One mortal sin
Conclusion deduced, God damned gods & humans to extinguish the error of creation, #Procreation.

It’s as clear as mud from the west to the east bay, it all comes down with the dirty words, I bedspread
Inseminated divine ova, not offensive that losers never make it into the pocket, home of the old & dead
Cartoons pointed to the Truth, paid no attention other than a wistful glance just to register the metadata
Nothing matters, what if it did? Blown stars care, that is all; get the load-out, nobody leftover, yo’ mama?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Freezember IIIrd MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Bled this out the saddle this AM while listenin’ to #MARY by @ZZTop in an infinite loop, link @
https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk }

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