SHORT, PATHETIC PEOPLE, OL' GEORGE WAS ONE MAD MAN
IT’S GOD'S DAM OF GODDOGS,
IT'S WAY TOO SHORT OF A LIFE
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Pity the fool, all one of the many, it’s not your fault though you’re a broke, illegitimate miscreant
Monkeys in the trees or on the ground, wind up in the caves for shelter from the Outerspace ant
Movies give no impression of justice, it’s just a celluloid malfunction of a petticoat junction, son
Slowed down by worn joints & sinews that haven’t been static since an immaculate conception.
Before anybody knew it, we were saved from the Big Bang consequence of gravitational collapse
I know nothing about anything, everything is ultimately a fiction of Imagination, yea, yours too
Jokes both hilarious and hard to suppress a guffaw as above, so below, Life’s too short, godsend
Give it all up for the privilege of living on the stones & dirt of the ancestors who set precedent.
Pierce through your armor which is skin deep down to the bone, the marrow of RNA/DNA full
Of holy men and holy women, they fear the power above this planet’s dirt, blind faith to suffice
Makes them feel safe as when their parents or orphanage supplied the necessities, bust the ICE
No citizenship, no job, go pick flower buds & get three bags full, it ain’t cotton & ain’t white rice.
From the age of three, the day I killed an ape in my nightmare, I knew I’d serve communion pall
Altar boy is on the cutting block, to change the water into bloody wine, to make bread a corpse
Dead until the fangs sprang to snake bite the skin and bone exposed to the goofs and yoyos et al
Everywhere there are sights & sounds filling empty 6th senses with shreds of Truth, ol’ folk lores.
Now in anthropomorphic decay, the humans all know the end of life means, caput, it’s over
Meanwhile teaching children to pretend they’ll be safe after their body dies on Earth’s rover
Lucky to be here for a minute, hour or century, take it to the limit, there even ain’t any at all
Full speed ahead of you and full exhaust behind me, created by combustion of atomic balls.
Funk can’t explain the reason why you’re born to run like a moron or an idiot on the downlow
Not only are you & I as stupid as a rock but we pay the pied piper for the privilege of the blow
Last blow of yours & mine awaits the reckoning to come, a big bang and a silent, cool whisper
Ready to rock and roll with no band, a Capela without a mike, just vocal chord pipes & a kisser.
Imagination running away from the world, which is right there in front of our faces, it’ll be quick
Crushing bones & lost awareness of being alive, it’s in the cards, sorrow & pity for the fool’s pick
Cremation and premature burial of the corpus dillecti, you and every single screw-up on Earth
Outside of this planet’s dirty, left-over red giant, sub-atomic crumbs, Void nothing of my heart.
Now and then you come across fear and loathing without a scapegoat, hence it’s all self-hatred
To crush you into oblivion that awaits a noble creator who never gave a #uck at all, all in a head
Gatekeeper geek functions eternally until the final strand of DNA returns to a sixth or first sense
Cycle for a downshift, the race is on & we’re in the backstretch for real, get off the phuqin fence.
Elevator up your “A” game a realm above the rest of the pack, pretend no one attends down low
A pack or the herd will follow the leader, now & forever into the future, above or below Mexico
Top floor on the top shelf, it’s a low and a high in the middle of nowhere, you know its godsend
Hence, over and out of the ‘What It Is?’ story, you create the best of the rest, y’all it’s #TheEnd!”
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, JULY 15th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 999 AMPST
{ Mirrored the reflection of the #HomeRunDerby replay from last night, #CaliforniaBallPlay link #TheBigDumper @Cal_Raleigh @ https://youtu.be/Y1LNX7NlW9g & @Springsteen @ }
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