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Monday, March 04, 2024

GODS DOWN, GET DOWN WITH IT #BillyJoel #TheLoneRanger #MSG

ARRESTED & CANCELLED ET AL

In the original sinning being’s heart and soul, even God knows who’s responsible or not
Nothing that becomes anything from a Big Bang should fall on the sword, surf the Big Sur
Below the dent in the golden state’s red crust atop of The San Andreas Fault, it ain’t mine
Filling up the tank with the fuel to burn the miles from the rotund rubber spinnin’ so fine.

I’m alert, you’re alert, we’re all alert now and it’s been touch & go in the past, nevermore
Eyes & ears wide open to fetch the intent of a will to power, as above, so below evermore
Ennui caused by the special interest in the creation of Matter from atomic, cosmic soup
As if you could deduce Truth from an uncertainty principle, whatever in a Chicago Loop.

Uptown girls went downtown to shop for stylish clothes, I supported that five will git ya ten
Written words spoken either in silent internal thought or read out loud in a lion’s dream den
Why, how & who has a need to know for fight or flight defense, missile button push Starwar
So, you animate dead matter by eating it & transforming the fecal matter into a raw Power.

How many times will this minute appear on my personal time line, once is the answer, yes
Forest is a word signifying a collection of plants, alive between oceans & deserts, tip a fez
If & only if you’re alive then you’re going to die for certain, macabre but true, it’s thrown up
Look deeply through the eyes to the soul, it’s not there reflecting an image back into warp.

Pawns got the queen in check but the fact is, a stalemate won’t win the match, a kiss will
There is a small window of opportunity to score and if you snooze, y’all will lose it all until
Police and the management of the 24/7/365 coverage of the maladjusted denizens of love
Pretending teenagers grew up into adults who fail to communicate the absurdity all above.

Mothers & fathers usually die before the boys and girls they created to live a few years ago
Idiots are intelligent, stupid people, my parents had none, fortunately others got it all Prego
For my tiny wheelhouse where I run the dozens on the mamas who wear two combat boots
To not be here and now is like it was before my conception in back of a womb, it’s life afoot.

Apelike-classy it is when you have no hair on your body except for head & grundle
Naked without clothes, 2 wishes I’ve wished came true, that was two, got another
Light witches oversee the whole shebang, although nobody knows, the intel is a tool
Discovered undercover, I am in cahoots with powers that be, not you & not me, fool.

Brooms to sweep the dust clear of the entrance & exit, the clarity of the cosign is neon
On and off as the gas within the tube of a written OPEN sign gets hot & cools the boron
Immortal & invincible, that’s what a zero is, before it’s up to minus, ranneth over my cup
Divided and conquered all of the fallen angels, repaired the Evil, turned Live, WORD up.

Here and now, we’re in the diminished sevenths, buried to the Earth’s core, it’s so hot
Crisp results in crumbled ash, unidentified grounded atoms, it’s the crack of a gunshot
Snaps your conscious mind into alertness, ready for the fight or flight, on to a bye & bye
She got caught, I caught the Katy and the rest is history, I slid into home, spikes high fly.

Doubt me because I’m lying to you, telling you the truth about the reason humans exist
Negative and positive as charges can be, electrons & protons splitting up the neutron fist
Hydrogen, one electron, one proton, one neutron & scored an “A” on the semi-final exam
Degree PhD, Master & Baccalaureate duplication of wisdom’s fluke, dead, I am what I am.

Bunk beds graduated on that rear porch with windows too high above ground to jump out
Front and back doors locked up & there is no way to enter or depart, just twist and shout
Devising nonsense to fill the empty space and time with a plethora of synthetic bull scat
Know Truth, know the False, know the Lies, tell everyone what they want to hear, I’m FAT!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March IVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @BillyJoel #HITS LINK @MadisonSquareGarden https://youtu.be/JQlkUXlxTBc?si=Wmulxp-FIOrvUoSi }

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