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WE NEED BROADS & THEY KNOW IT

Something needs to be written down so that it can be said in the future world’s unborn sons
Daughters will need no boyfriends, no need to have any babies to give grand folks some kin
Dreamin’ without any appetite for the food or data combination in x’s & o’s, all in clear skin
Queer’s the same when it’s different to the perception of the freaks and triggered long guns.

Bribery or a mere kind request for assistance in the candy store where y’all comin’ for more
You’ve got nothing to trade for the addiction, except your service to terminate the appetite
Sooner than later, consider the ending right now without wasting any more time, what for
For the sake of the pride of the family you’ve evolved from, the apes of the lions’ den door.

Last breath just like the first, a shock to be dead to the world, skin & bones back for more
Just a ghost of smoke in the shapeless void that always smells like the ghosts of the whore
Known that the mystery is a secret with a code memorized, never told in spoken Word-up
For nobody anywhere can this ever be repeated, it’s a princess’ prerogative to humph-it-up.

Hefty price to pay when you’ve got the fruit of the loom right here and now in a candy store
Fancy pants thinkin’ you know it all, maybe you do, I did too but I’ve forgotten the inner core
Sounds like fury without any reason, irrational laws created to stir up the inner sanctum web
As above it is the way it’s always been, so below is the confederate state of Johnny the Reb.

Hobo from New York left bowel movements coast to coast all the way to San Diego’s hot fakes
Stole all that from San Ysidro over to San Antonio, battles with the rancheros, stole the valor
Here we are here and now, protecting the ripped off weeds and pines, almonds & landscapes
Peter named poor Richard, subtle James & archetype Albert, DNA bleeding RNA out the core.

Into eggs, the ova of the willing and inadvertent virgin conceptions below a Catholic girl’s skirt
All is good, abortion’s wrong any way you look at it, forest through trees & dreams of star dirt
Trash & rubbish are all you have to show for the significance of important up in smoke stache
Civilization invented Garbage Dumps & thermonuclear annihilation of garbage, I, white trash.

Inherited the horrid errors of random recombination of DNA, the most fit have survived pests
Which will come sooner or later but the extinction of the species won’t pass God’s smell tests
Stench of the high heaven burnt smoke of the chemicals from Argon to Xenon & deep infinity
Helium as we know it, fills balloons with frozen smoke, an electron, a neutron-proton trinity.

Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum couldn’t hold a candle to the presence of miraculous things now
Before our very eyes, blinded by Light or not, we become conscious of the gods & Zeus’ glow
Look into the sun when it’s blazing in the northern or southern hemisphere of the planet, see
It was the light that blinded you, burned out your retina inside of your skull’s software party.

Dream within a dream, Edgar Allen & I agree both before & after our deaths, it’ll still be true
That life is nothing more than a random bowl of cherries that some eat & others waste too
Spheroid sweet fruit of the cherry tree to drop the seeds to grow more fruit sap onto the field
Eden’s garden maybe, maybe not, it is written and before they’d spoken, they signaled creed.

Make it all up to avoid fear & loathing results of coming to know absolute Truth, half-naked
It is embarrassing to realize that you’re as ignorant as the birthday you get, all so unaborted
Steal the phenomena without knowing that you think, therefore you exist both above the dirt
As well as being six feet underground, it’s Fact of Life #1, you’re alive & you’re gonna die hurt.

Your mama & papa gave it all they had, the rest of the story is up to you, all intent is presence
Dreams come true if you know that dreams are likely to be none other than heaven’s scents
Soul without matter yet holding power to influence Things themselves or none of the above
I ask questions I’ve already got answers to, they’re all rhetorical, woke awaken, white dove.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST
{ Intellectual regurgitation penned this afternoon while jammin’ to @Nickelback #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ULwIM6Za0QA?si=2l-_sxDTesgHY31D }
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