#AfraidItsAllBeenWastedTIME #AutumnLeavesFall

ROLLIN’ SEVENS FOR LOVE & HOLY SPITE, IT IS DONE

There’s a duel in progress with a new kid in town, he’s just dropped in today to Parlez-vous 
Everybody loves a holy don Juan, hopeless romantic except the ex-mates all in checkmate 
Pioneers and their descendants who fall into the black hole live in the all new millennium 
Trade for the best player on the blockchain of the matrix, winning is everything, a lump sum. 

Pouring nuts out the shells once they’ve been heated to 200 degrees above subzero temps 
Liquid RNA & DNA of the branches, roots and truckloads of scat that fell off the back of trucks 
Not bad for the ones who didn’t invest their gold in the cargo, but the gold must be recovered 
Coming or going in one way or another can be the downfall of the perps, predictable phuqs. 

I don’t mean to cast aspersions but as long as I’ve broken the ice, I’ve got more on the way 
Subjects and predicates from the annals I’ve recalled and the subsequent application display 
On my iPhone or my Android, maybe my tablet or my PC, in every case, I predict it’s all OK 
Respond with the Enter key if there’s any chance you can, only you & I will know our D-day. 

Marked words in command or not, there is only one way to get to the stars, that’s to die high 
Or low but steady as you us grok to finish the dangling modifiers leftover by the dead doggies 
Neighbors of mine were the owners of the canine crews down by seven bridge’s pie in the sky 
Played the chords & both treble and bass produced the exit strategy to refrain from the boggy. 

Blind faith all 24/7 of every week in every month, every year, every decade of mama’s placenta 
Some animals eat a leftover sack of loving feed in a bag, some let nurse annihilate it’s DNA/RNA 
Hits and misses on the money when the bull’s eye gets the points of the dart works, thoughts? 
Nobody cares about the game, rules be damned, you wanna bet me that I’ll win the hustle too? 

Film at eleven just like the news at five, it all comes back around and around until the road ends 
Dead end or invisible portal into another twilight zone just like this one was, step by step ascent 
Fire above and ice below the thing itself, such as it is, all words mock the looks of future friends 
Accidents ahead and behind your bloody mask, spell desperado & you’ve got all that God sent.

Beats I’ve walked back as a volunteer champion of protection of innocent and frail folks 
All in all, the free pain and the hunger are all worth the effort to feel the Good & evil live 
Brooms for the sweep, lasers for the disintegration, presence in practice’s pepsin-cokes 
Only you know & I know not only the Truth but also the pretend scenario about the origin. 

I rode barbwire fences, ready to roll, like right now, I did not mean to hurt y’all, yet that I did 
Desperate desperado, I am what I am, always was before I knew you, I’ll bet the goat’s a kid 
Cops and robbers, good cop, bad cop, thief in a dyslexic meltdown of the rocks & the stones 
Haymakers droppin’ like raindrops in a storm, fighting & winning, swallowin’ some corn pone. 

Fixed the Hotshots to rig the game in my favor, straight shooter can’t lose to the crooked eyed 
Complicated when you put a drink in my hand, targets get to be drifting to and fro, Jack’d up 
I’ll get a bead on it though, give me another drink first, steady’s my hand, my eye blinkin’ tie 
Fooled my own self, both the joker and the fool hard for a man to do, superman got too high. 

Thrown down with the other dogs who spell god backwards, incomprehensible as hot ice 
Melted and evaporated outside or dehydrated inside, cons are the pros who eat long rice 
Meltdowns in the reactors allow the bulletproof mud to disintegrate like kryptonite light 
Bled out and dead without turning black and blue, hero or traitor in a smash-soul fist fight. 

Jack Daniels all gone now, empty bottle black label, #49 & down to the river with my bones 
Chattanooga or up-country Georgetown, Tennessee to California, it’s Gold in the hills’ stones 
Don’t shine in rock form, yellow shine, need an ice cold beer, something about a truck & kiss 
Gonna make the ring that she’ll wear while we mate & propagate to the middle finger hiss. 

Mentioned the birds and the bees, as a natural element of being alive & needing ecstasy 
In song or just a thought that counts it’s the Truth, my ice needs more Jack whiskey, Missy 
Sweet dreams begin tonight, we’ll be knockin’ reboots, me & you because we have to, too 
Weekends just the one Saturday night, fun and sweet feelings, last call for home, woohoo!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, July VIIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST 
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