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GOD OF THE DOG MOON

Once upon a time out, princes and rich paupers are brothers of other fathers’ mothers
From the cub scouts through the uniformed psych-soldiers decorated service to brothers
Got it done & just forgot about the facts of life your fathers had never divulged, gruesome
Tripping in naïve ignorance from one cause to the next, best effect on & on, ad infinitum.

Here and now, there are dead fish in the pond, upstream, down a lazy river to a cyber sea
Mixed-up your words in with your food, you’d no choice but to gulp-swallow your fake orgy
Used cars or brand new, spanking new off of the dealer’s lot, either way, you’re still gonna die
I’m not a Debbie Downer but the essence of the message is exactly like a stone wall’s gadfly.

Humans are apolitical animals, red solo up words ring true to the rational comprehension I have
You know nothing more than you knew before your personal conception in the wet womb, brave
But ignorance is bliss & immediately simple minds covet the ends of that purpose, no-no heaven
Above and below this planet’s compressed matter (material world), there’s emptiness’ hell fill-in.

Lost my 20/20 eyesight staring directly at TV’s box, black & white radiation in my front room
I was five in '56 when it began, before the first @Superbowl of 20th century’s perpetual doom
There is a joke, but the joker has passed away without passing on the spell you wanna conjure
Collaborate with the abstract drive on the freeway with strangers in the night, like a day tripper.

An exercise in exacerbation can lead to muscles contracting into spasms & cramps, head to toes
It goes away when you die, your bowels evacuate & emit the most foul scent of dead digestion
Never before & never after your awareness awakens to your mortality, progression to extinction
Hole opens up a gash all around the world, Earth’s mere speck of dots in the matrix of mortal sin.

To be a immortal is to be a sin, apparently according to the Funk & Wagnall or Roget, Man’s + or – 6
Nobody but your mother knows who your daddy probably was, you got blind faith in the holy father
It’s the inherited wise and silly recollections of bumps on pond logs, above the mother’s adult swim
Here is the love and understanding you’ve gleaned from the Hippies of Peace ’69, Woodstock sticks.

Stupid idiots and moronic ignoramuses vote for the leaders, the rulers, the lawmakers, do not vote
You will get an identical result if you do vote or you don’t vote, the fix is in, there are powers, float
I have a dog in the fight but it’s only god spelled backward, I’m the master of a liberated slave, free
Respect for the life within, born innocent like everything else alive, learns the good, bad & the ugly.

You gleaned the time to rest for a brief blast of One’s rascal philosophy, a bachelor’s undergrad Ends
I've some news for you, scream at the radio around 9 AM PDT, everyone will be surfing with aliens
Ending so happy that it cannot extend beyond 8 seconds, after that you’re on your own seminal skin
Of the pigs, the cows, the horses, cats & dogs, we eat some, pet others, gods cause Space, time-in!

Dog is a backward spelling of god but that’s mere coincidence, God can’t be a dog because of the scat
Spirit’s don’t consume matter in any form, liquid, solid or gas, that’s the soul sacrifice bartered by a Cat
Cool this cat was, getting the best out of negotiation without any leverage, one outcome expected et al
Theme in evolution is survival of the most fit, the strongest among the weaker in the herd, ring a bell.

My class ended with a rung bell, a brief moment in Time, frozen like hot ice under a north pole’s H2O
What it is that’s frozen? That’s the conglomeration of cells in a suit, buttoned down spats down below
Well, guess what, you’ll lose when the battle is thrown into chaos, it’s some bad guerilla warfare meme
Trying to be the ones that get the power, living a happy life being a slave, a master or cog in a machine.

Finish your race that you began as a late bloomer, educated by old men’s choices of dead philosophers
Mathematicians & scientists consolidated wisdom into mother’s womb for a hot paternity lawsuit case
Packed for the trip from day 1 to the final breath of the last day of existence for me, all humanity fun
Nothing is free, you paid, I paid, we all paid the price, inflated & deflated, either way, the deed's done.

Fair game, fair trial, yet nothing that’s actually fair in this dead stardirt world, unambiguous naked ape
Sprinkled on everything you eat & into everything you drink, it’s 20/20 Soylent Green, drunk ala grape
All souls collected and compressed into One, one gone from sight, it moves the distance to infinity Zen
Hordes of red, outlined in black & blue, gifts returned for money back, I’m the rooster, come here hen.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mardi, February 6^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Scratched the skin off of the prey this AM while listenin’ to #TheSongRemainsTheSame @LedZeppelin link @ https://youtu.be/0kdrCEiIMSs?si=PDm6W_riKrRYhnD9 }

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