FAMOUS FORMATION, IT'S TRICKY
In every sense of the word, before and after the facts of life have been disclosed, dissolution
Above & below the thing itself, there’s something occult occurring before & after death of us
Not only are we cremated, lost at sea or buried underground but also our spunk’s cut loose
Herd of cows with fewer bulls than the requirement for survival, drink milk, eat steak blues.
Looking up is what happens when you’re out of control, an introspection out folds of an onion
Even may whistle Dixie on the way to the courthouse, to sign the agreement to be The Union
Confederation of crop holders who grew the seed & expected the profit resisted taxation’s sin
And so forth and so on, infinity on the lamb as the implosion of the Void begins at a holy one.
Who is upset with the only way that things on planet Earth can be, out or in utero, just as I am
You may not be in communicado, but I am, these thoughts going with one word being spoken
Executive orders are the final nail in the coffin of socialists of the states of Republicans united
Word up, just a manner of speaking sound agreed upon by the minions who inhabit the dead.
Love to be wrong, incorrect about my highly probable assumptions & undeniable conclusions
Ridiculous as your parents formed your psyche to the form it inhabits on every star, my sons
Harmony during strife is all that counts to survive the psyche assault with nunchakus of gold
Turning the world into clay before the ultimate annihilation, ash of leftover trees so I’m told.
Mash sound & light to be smelled & tasted all out of touch in the configuration of 360 degrees
A 3-d figure of two hemispheres in alignment, form & shape of all there is everywhere about
Gangs will be jailed until deported on day One, on the second ad infinitum, thank you please
Part of the die from one through six throws craps & snake eyes that’ll make your heart seize.
Play you cards right and keep them close to your vest to cover up the secret of a winning hand
It had to be, someone bet on the full house when all four deuces pulled away the rubber band
You win some & lose some, if you’re lucky more wins than losses for your past, a future shock
There’s been a schism of the schizoids who think the past ain’t got standing, I just wanna rock.
No matter what you believe, it’s highly unlikely that you have adopted a false narrative too
Until now, you believed you were always cool with the rhythm & blues of the song, so blue
Chills up and down the spine because the dope ain’t workin’ to kill the pain, to dumb down
What a shame, what a waste but there’s no choice, no free will, it’s the angels’ low moan.
Slowly you turn, see what you’ve missed? Nothing at all and there won’t ever be again
Don’t shoot the messenger, you’ve got the 2nd amendment, but I crash into a lion’s den
No use in negotiating with terrorists, they cheat, they steal because you schooled them
Harry and Don have the whole shebang wrapped up, it’s all about control of THC Stem.
You ain’t black, you ain’t white, you ain’t a permutation of the rainbow, so just pretend it
Get enough people to agree with the situation and you’ve become one of the many sticks
In the end as in the beginning there’s a fail-safe that prevents the misconception of tricks
Let it all hang out as if you don’t care one way or the other what another thinks in the pit.
Long lives may or may not be successful, short lives may be the most successful, it’s said
Things that needed to be done in a life once lived, reincarnated the memory of the dead
Now that’s the way the ball bounces, it may or may not be Free Will, it may be a joker’s
Dreamer having the dream we call life on Earth, in the head, in the dream, mother F’ers.
Birth and death of the 208 bones you’ve evolved from the sperm & an egg of your prequel
You have had nothing to do with the apparent choices which were all predetermined swill
Skullduggery gone down in front of your very eyes, still you didn’t put two & two to sum
Easy yet difficult to circumvent conundrums occurring at random, myself, I’m born to run.
If not me then who could be responsible for my behavior? A mighty amorphous entity?
Or my human parents since I’m all too human myself, it’s not their fault that I act chitty
All my fault, my responsibility for the things I cause & their inevitable effects, every one
None are not many, but some are either one & the same or a dream within another One.
You have me underneath your skin, in a manner of speaking, we’re crossing a foot bridge
Over the river that covers the gold of the capitol, we walk & ride across from over there
Pinned a place on the map when I was blind & stoned, it’s where I would go & stay forever
Dropped a deuce and although few know the reference, it’s the Truth of God’s dams of her.
Creeps of crypts in your closet behind your hung short skirts & long sweaters, a choice too
Silly big & little hunks of flesh & 208 bones to mix it up with the DNA pool, just like a fool
Not that you have a free will or a choice, it’s beyond good & evil, this is a wonderful thing
After the fact, it’s different and never the same because it’s not supposed to be, #f#c#ing.
There’re dead men who left their legacy from their own dead ancestors, unknown to us all
Very good and the most excellent come only from what we understand with no doubt call
Amplifiers blast out the electronic transfer of twangin’ & pluckin’ A’s to the G’s arpeggios
Always alone yet everything all together without a mess, all Order without Chaos’ blows.
Dopamine in the smoke, why it’s called the dweeb’s dope, it’s a sedative for future shocks
It comes in waves from a surprise attack with zeroes to the H-bombardier back of a B-52
Monkeys in the jungle or in the zoo, could be me or you but we’re just the naked ape stew
Don’t taste well to cannibals but they eat anything, they’re full of it & soon, a trigger cocks.
Facts of life are in the epistemology, buried within the deductions there are infinite quarks
As always, reflection of the things themselves requires an observer whether genii’s or dorks
Seriously folks, this is no time for pretenders to give it a shot, need the saving grace of IT
Critics are inside of my house as uninvited guests who know it all & then some, bull’s s#it1
Take a breath, take a knee for the national anthem because you hate your ancestors’ stone
Songs sung, prose on a philosophical jag to show how long you can go wrong, like a drone
Playing games & cheating on the one that I love, the one inside of me, you know it’s all me
Brought outside of the form it has no standing & can be obliterated into oblivion, ain’t free.
Sight unseen still imposes the hurt and it’s impossible to forget about it, now or then, git git
You may need a couple of shots and a Modelo chaser because this is going to get rough chit
Kansas City blimp to Seattle or to Bangor, matter moves in the intended direction, gas’ over
No chance leftover from the game, rules at the finish line, mission impossible, a divine lover.
Chicago stinkin’ to high heaven, Indian preserves by the boneyard named after Sainted ghost
Some height above seven feet gets the vision of giants lookin’ down on the creepin’ holy host
Mankind ain’t too kind to the women, attempting survival of the most fit, failing miserably
It’s alright with everyone dead & alive, there’s no harm & no foul, in hiding, shots & bubbly.
Too much is too much, mama used to say, enough is enough, a tautological nightmare too
I didn’t know until I couldn’t get the answer to the question, I forgot how God got so blue
Forget about being the mighty strong thing that nothing can usurp without murdering God
That’s impossible, famous formation cannot remain alone, get over it, wait for Time, hotrod!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, Janvier XXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ High Noon PMPST
{ Penned this without a pen while jammin’ to #MA by @RareEarth (full version 18”) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xsnpaHf5IIs?si=boICQ1XDdmX3gosV }
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