HarrisTimmyTwoForNone
JUPITER’S RACIST NUTJOBS, SONS OF JOB, BY JOVE
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Five or six times in a lifetime, you, me & everybody else will do what love does to the genes
It ain’t our faults that the programmer was an evil genius who created us on silver screens
With or without compassion, it’s the mitosis & meiosis that are categorical imperatives, son
Why this Earth and other planets are like electrons going around a nucleus we call a Sun.
Did I say one word about the nature of this beast named aptly, One all too human nekid ape
Why, who, what, how, where, when pronouns and adverbs break into the inter-gender warp
If you think about it, assuming you follow logic & reason to deduce rational conclusions, die
It’s the only possible method to get out of the conception awarded to hand-picked egg pie.
It’s all from the 3.14 pi that can neither be divided nor multiplied, I read it in a dusty book
A tome in a library paid for by the profits of wise men and women who made a good buck
Upon the blood, sweat and tears of the great grandparents and their own great kin, I stand
This stardirt leftover of a Big Bang or another theoretical origin for Life in the universal can.
Argument again, not a word salad heated under a microwave oven radiation but a holy truth
Why you were born & why you’re here & now all answers uncovered by sweet pie fructose
Dead & gone, soul as well just like your precedent ancestral history, fictional spooky tooth
Hominid extinct sometime after say, 5000 A.D. & the writing on the walls’ cyberspace goes!
Nowhere to be found, nobody to find it, just a dead-end street of rocks that don’t roll again
Highlights and low lights are the same to a blind man or deaf woman, you hear & see Zen
It’s all there is to know at your final gasp of wind, remember memory flashing by imagery
Wine & whiskey leftover on the wedding party tables, you’re drunk & blind, kid rockin’ me.
Party hardy with the rockin’ melodies of word salads rhyming the sound of God’s One OM
Bitten hard by the vibrating bytes comin’ from my keyboard & widescreen display of foam
Right of center, left of center, all united in One center, coast to coast is a DNC besmirch
Oh, Chicago, my hometown, traffic ain’t going to be the same, remember 1960’s beotch?
Punks created from the eggs of burnt-out Chevrolet pig iron and grease monkey shining
From the ending in reverse, backward or forward, everything & nothing remains the same
Always includes sometimes, Space is limited to the surface of Earth, all too human fame
Frederiche resolves the conundrum so what you don’t know won’t hurt you, I’m whistling.
Beer and vodka and gin and whiskey and rye, drink or smoke damned Earth’s world peace
Harm to nothing and nobody is the philosophy of Extinction of Species, RNA programmed
Point to your sisters and mothers for the responsibility of keeping the species deadened
Higher than the high jump that any human has ever cleared in the olden days of Greece.
Homeruns, triples, doubles, singles, walks all add up to the mortal sins of the Dreamers
Asleep inside of a red hot womb, inside one of twelve rooms of old Zeus’ master baiters
Kill the babies because they ain’t borne into the air yet, that’s the key to extinction’s saga
You will be gone, everything will be gone, theoretically innocent, for the love of lasagna.
Apes repeating the history ad infinitum, ESP & high IQ combined to initiate the reaction
Nuclear split of hydrogen atoms in spontaneous combustion, fission-fusion mortal sin
Dead immortal souls on the floor of the battle, the War ends here and now, all over today
Happiness of beatniks and hippies caused the nuclear ending of War, so, just press play.
Brittle like the sweet and hard peanut butter, you know it’s hard but you bite it anyway, so
Die or live with it, even if you don’t reproduce your own kind, you’ll influence free to go
Interest in logic, reason, ancient wisdom, current affair application, that’s what all men
Jump the shark, the fin is jammed into the open glory hole where the sun doesn’t shine.
Of course, I’ll stay on course for the surprise ending that even a psychic couldn’t guess
No encore after the curtain falls, the stage’s characters & scenery disappear into thin air
As if they were never there in the first place like a dream within a dream of Edgar Allen Poe
Symbolic vowels and consonants compounding the predicates, subjects & objects of roe.
Said it all without uttering one word, a look and an eyebrow wrinkle cause unrelenting fear
Loathing the very ground these chumps are conceived upon, I mean both the One & Many
As if the rats in charge are not our cousins of cousins, whether acknowledged or not, dear
Explore the wilderness outside of your skull for the good, the bad , all ugly & a pretty penny.
Here’s sunken treasure you’ve overlooked, your highness, my lord, golden calf filet mignon
Without the right kind of gas in the air, you’d suffocate & be dead in a New York Minute, son
Elevate your ego’s subconsciousness back up to Nirvana, know it’s a holy, sweet cherry pit
It’s optics and audio, inside of a groovy tube that turned into a digital display of bull’s shyte.
Far out away from here where we stand, sit & sleep, a colder rock can’t be unburied, moon
I know nothing yet I believe you know a thing or two, the clash is the day or night so soon
After you’re all born and raised, retired for the duration on your pension & reverse mortgage
Hippies and beatniks drown under the H2O, they groomed century old love, Plato the sage.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday, August 14, 2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
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Dripped from the leaking faucet before the dam broke & released the deluge
all over the garage’s cement floor, while listenin’ to #IGotARockAndRollHeart @Eric_Clapton
on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNMfXRQxHFg
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