Y'all Gotta Whoop A Human's Ass Sometimes #ShootMeStraight #MakeItBurnTheWholeWayDown #JackDanielsBlack

GOD DOG DAB NAB IT, PERPETUALLY UBIQUITOUS RICH KIDS

First, for the last time I’m going to go all in on the bet, I’ve got a full boat to boot
At minimum I lose my rent money for two months, maximum I’m a loom of fruit
Apples and oranges, bananas and coconuts in solid & liquid form, vitamin C rich
As above, so below this saga goes on ad infinitum, least until you blow it, butch.

Not only are we lucky but also we’re anointed to be the ones who get to know it
What it is from the birth of you to your death, before & after the diapers of chit
Moms and dads know what I mean, pamper & training to excrete it all in a hole
In the ground, inside outhouse or a lavatory with running water & a flush bowl.

No envy of the powers that be, they’ve no sentience at all of our random musing
That they either used to or still do exist in another realm, a dimension of Timing
Eyes to see whether they’re wide open or not, that’s the inner sanctum of signs
Stop or Go, Enter or Exit, Free Choice on to save the day for a bow tie that binds.

Underdog until the last gasp, a final bark up a tree, a fox scored in survival mode
You keep the Truth close to your vest like your daddy told you to, I ain’t lyin’ much
Hard to take the riffs and back beating like I used to, it hurts some & wanna scream
Amazing or not, non-plussed for the duration of formation, one dream in a dream.

Y’all brought a knife to a gunfight and that is the highway it must be, or so I’m told
Middle path between two extremes of the holy Void, imagined to be hot and cold
Out of hands of mankind, woman’s womb has no mercy on eternity, holy or mighty
Instant things appear in shape & form, from all matter of atomic fusion to fight me.

I got all bloody from the skirmish, and it wasn’t pretty or even 1/2 way decent lookin’
My last girlfriend called me a period-piece whatever that meant, down south jukin’
From 15 to 75 it’s just the maximum #Soulshine without the moonshine, I sway right
Between you & I & the four cornered room we occupy, here is so fine, not too tight.

Automatic and systematic for the conceptual analysis of conundrums so very foul
No resolution in every case, just the feeling of absolute uselessness in a fishbowl
Played by the playboys & call girls whether I liked it or not, gambled roulette on it
Cards’ high hands beat the house, 40 G out the door, Vegas or Jersey Boardwalk.

My blood brothers know without a sound of written words spoken, dust in the wind
Loathing all the pressure to perform perfectly, mentally & physically, all in my mind
Nowhere else except maybe a migraine smacking forehead & temples, it’s fly to me
Nothing anybody can do about it except MRI yo' brain, magnetic image, an anomaly.

Part your hair down the middle of your head, grow the crop low down on a high road
It’s rocky sometimes & smooth as silk once in a great while, let it slide into demise
Not a thing to be done about that 'cept listen to the music & if you can, dance & sing
It’s always when you’re back in black, God’s eating dogs & eating cats, pet the cat.

If you think anything other than you’re alive, it's is true about living & dying in L.A.
There’s a chink in your armor since you have it, look in the mirror to confirm, stay
A bit longer than you believed it would be, over 100 years old, a favor to the divine
Yesterday, today was tomorrow back then, never-never-land's a shark danger sign.

Under water or underground's volcanic rocks at the molten, star-blown Earth core
That's the total of power, revolutionary orbital trajectory projection, psycho's terrain
Monkeys & their makers in charge of things themselves & all the occult, all insane
Authority’s dead, random recombinant DNA at the mercy of smells & tastes' score.

Washing sore feet of wounds caused by barefoot preaching on desert sand pebbles
Sea beaches to play games of golf, full moguls’ sand traps, doglegs & fairway dells
Your buzz of music playing ‘tween your ears may be original or obscure, to be a blip
It’s your karma like it or not, now you know, all you require is balance on a pin's tip.

Who knows anything of Life & Death other than blind faith junk pretending, a mortal
Your belief that you & yours are the essence of immortal, divine creator's dirty portal
Leads to living a dream, in a place in Space you find it all, growin’ up & gettin’ a pair
Mothers & fathers at one point or another, die & fade away into nothing's long hairs.

Hippies & beatniks in denial of enculturation, what anthropomorphism is all about
Everything caused by the Earth’s position in a solar system, Divine, nothing Human 

Be thinking that you’re woke when you’re at your wake, asleep in a dream to awaken
Grief is good if you need it for fuel to overrun your hum, audio’s verve, heavy shout. 

In no way, of any old shape or form from a random recombination of a female curve
Not a slim chance in hell there’s one that appears & escapes the astronomical hit

Deadheaded for the headlights in a head-on, I signed the cross & began the swerve

Y'all said things I didn’t wanna say, played games you wanted to play, caput ala scat.

Brought a knife to a gunfight but since the blade was my hands, it was as sharp
As a blade sharpened by slate to the finest, smoothest line of strings on a harp
Played for the immortals who are never present, only past & future pizza story
Food for princes & kings to be good to go when war is waged, queen’s for glory.

Grown at home, from seed to flower, smoked with the hot fire flames of stars
Hot or not, it burns anyway from matter to ash gone to hell, below how wheels
Hands on my lap, fell in a trap, didn’t get the warning from mama or papa then
Walkin’ barefoot in the dark, rocky road with no regard for gods or men’s Zen.

So very hard to rock when It’s silent quietude all around, doe & buck in arrears flux
Off-putting yourself ahead of everyone else means you’re wearing corduroy tuques
Once upon a time of your hairy, bald head, powers-that-be hide the inner sanctum
Words predicate this machine’s First Cause & Final Effect, #WordUp trippin’ scum.

Bottlenecked & broadsided son, it happens prior to extinction, One on the spectrum
So many splits of an original gangster remains to remind the thing itself to get some
Either you get it or you don’t & that’s fine, you’re not destined to hear the song sang
Karma erased, deleted, annihilated & Oneness generated my mama, dad’s big bang.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Janvier XXVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST

{ Drafted dreaming, sleeping yet #Woke while jammin’ to the @ HITS #YouGottaWhoopAMansAssSometimes & other musical battles on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMnqPpHParo }

F IN I S

W.W.A.R.D.

 

AIN’T NO FUN WAITIN’ ‘ROUND TO BE A MILLIONAIRE, EH? DON’T CARE WHAT THEY SAY!

AM I RIGHT OR WRONG?  YA GOTTA WHOOP A HUMAN'S ARSE SOMETIMES, YUP!