AS LONG AS…THERE’S A LIT,
NEON MOON, MAMA
Fur is the shaved hair of the animals who lost it to a predator named Man, protagonist wives
Progenitors do well to tell the proper tales that exhibit the fearless attitude of all boys’ lives
Feeling like I did something unfortunate that will crush the innocent and wild in sad sacks
Parents of all or none, it’s a group consciousness that transforms teats into the bare backs.
Being the antagonist is easy as pie, any pie is fine, apple, cherry or peach, pumpkin vegetable
Even ice cream on top, like Rocky Road marshmallows I digitize in cocoa so hot, yet I babble
Bringing the comprehension to the incomprehensible for analysis, as UFO’s move as a frisbee
Parrots repeating in synchronistic accord with the available metadata using metalogic for free.
Reporting UFO sightings but as recalling them, your soul gets stripped of it & it slips the mind
As if you have any reason to believe what you’ve never seen, tricking your friends hard to find
To me and to everyone else on Earth, if we fail to breathe in and out, we’re turning to corpse
Four corners on the dead-end street is a game well-played, a part of the whole shebang force.
By the skin of my chin, that hair grows for no reason out every pore in everybody, triangular
I got you in my cross-hair sight, you’re the bull’s eye, I'm bowling in a back alley by a dive bar
Neon light blinking and moving in Space, both within outside of the atmosphere, it is like this
Spheres and cubes, tubular maggots flying in the sky above Earth’s dirty business, dead ass.
UFO fleets serving Hu-man in menus, they masticate & defecate scat, stinks to high heaven
Persuade and convince a rational mind of Truth which no irrational mind could comprehend
Deductions and inductions from the available data, repeatable & abnormal secrets I can’t tell
Reportage of secrets may not be believed, incredible truths untold yet I know ;em, cold in hell.
No light other than a hot fire that burns if you get too close, you cannot believe your third eye
Heads or tails on the flip, there are no other options, unless Time ceases to move, then you die
I heard you crying about me, after I was already gone but not before as I loved all your steps
Reprieve never will come back to me, I snooze, I lose, always like that, every time, never stops.
Prodigal son I was until I got too old to quip about the bovine scat being dished & pushed out
But the powers that be weren’t so strong any more, ran out of the power, goes around about
Systems go down when you need them most, you reboot and begin where you left off, lost too
As above so it is below, not our choice, it’s the nature of the beast, the lonely man S.O.S blue.
Passed for being all too human, alienist so futuristic that everything exploded in an icy tweet
All people on Earth no religion is one big lie, don’t ask the pope to expose the bishop prick feet
Whatever comes around'll go around, it’s the way it must be, circular jerks runnin’ all dopey
Head is on the block, it’ll get chopped by the guillotine and the crown will fall, downtown tea.
Problems all solved with logic, reason and post-calculus with all geometry & algebra functions
Trigonometry allows the pens & auto-pencils to record inverse moguls & reverse malfunctions
Hardly soft, inner place that causes excitement overflow into a maelstrom of tidal flies today
On the beach that gets longer as the wake rises above & gets ready to wash my ass far away.
Blows of love and the woes that allowed our sadness to get out of our hearts, forget it all slow
Worry about work & play, fools in ash & dust, sleepin’ on moon rocks, smokin’ cure leaf dap
Anxious as a man on his first mission to woo the opposite gender who needed an egg tickle rap
Black, grey to white-out, no mercy for the ungrateful and now money-maker is all you got, so.
Put up a fight, revolution back to the way it used to be, praise your god and the money-maker
It’s all about the reasons you can repeat as if the spirit might forget if not gone over and over
Lights on the tail & the head up, sight to see in a hot form, red, white & blue, freedom signals
Stop, look, listen & grind peace to a halt, out the battles, kill or be killed by dead trip angels.
Up to the hilt maximum, down to the minimum & in between is where I’m gonna try to begin
Fight or not, in the end all of us die, eagles too, laugh & cry but everybody goes to a mortal rig
Bones dry, skin to dust with a sanguine liquid, not even a first or last name on a corporal sin
All we know, it’s all mine, reparations & reincarnations disturbed groove, immortal shindig.
byProgenitors do well to tell the proper tales that exhibit the fearless attitude of all boys’ lives
Feeling like I did something unfortunate that will crush the innocent and wild in sad sacks
Parents of all or none, it’s a group consciousness that transforms teats into the bare backs.
Being the antagonist is easy as pie, any pie is fine, apple, cherry or peach, pumpkin vegetable
Even ice cream on top, like Rocky Road marshmallows I digitize in cocoa so hot, yet I babble
Bringing the comprehension to the incomprehensible for analysis, as UFO’s move as a frisbee
Parrots repeating in synchronistic accord with the available metadata using metalogic for free.
Reporting UFO sightings but as recalling them, your soul gets stripped of it & it slips the mind
As if you have any reason to believe what you’ve never seen, tricking your friends hard to find
To me and to everyone else on Earth, if we fail to breathe in and out, we’re turning to corpse
Four corners on the dead-end street is a game well-played, a part of the whole shebang force.
By the skin of my chin, that hair grows for no reason out every pore in everybody, triangular
I got you in my cross-hair sight, you’re the bull’s eye, I'm bowling in a back alley by a dive bar
Neon light blinking and moving in Space, both within outside of the atmosphere, it is like this
Spheres and cubes, tubular maggots flying in the sky above Earth’s dirty business, dead ass.
UFO fleets serving Hu-man in menus, they masticate & defecate scat, stinks to high heaven
Persuade and convince a rational mind of Truth which no irrational mind could comprehend
Deductions and inductions from the available data, repeatable & abnormal secrets I can’t tell
Reportage of secrets may not be believed, incredible truths untold yet I know ;em, cold in hell.
No light other than a hot fire that burns if you get too close, you cannot believe your third eye
Heads or tails on the flip, there are no other options, unless Time ceases to move, then you die
I heard you crying about me, after I was already gone but not before as I loved all your steps
Reprieve never will come back to me, I snooze, I lose, always like that, every time, never stops.
Prodigal son I was until I got too old to quip about the bovine scat being dished & pushed out
But the powers that be weren’t so strong any more, ran out of the power, goes around about
Systems go down when you need them most, you reboot and begin where you left off, lost too
As above so it is below, not our choice, it’s the nature of the beast, the lonely man S.O.S blue.
Passed for being all too human, alienist so futuristic that everything exploded in an icy tweet
All people on Earth no religion is one big lie, don’t ask the pope to expose the bishop prick feet
Whatever comes around'll go around, it’s the way it must be, circular jerks runnin’ all dopey
Head is on the block, it’ll get chopped by the guillotine and the crown will fall, downtown tea.
Problems all solved with logic, reason and post-calculus with all geometry & algebra functions
Trigonometry allows the pens & auto-pencils to record inverse moguls & reverse malfunctions
Hardly soft, inner place that causes excitement overflow into a maelstrom of tidal flies today
On the beach that gets longer as the wake rises above & gets ready to wash my ass far away.
Blows of love and the woes that allowed our sadness to get out of our hearts, forget it all slow
Worry about work & play, fools in ash & dust, sleepin’ on moon rocks, smokin’ cure leaf dap
Anxious as a man on his first mission to woo the opposite gender who needed an egg tickle rap
Black, grey to white-out, no mercy for the ungrateful and now money-maker is all you got, so.
Put up a fight, revolution back to the way it used to be, praise your god and the money-maker
It’s all about the reasons you can repeat as if the spirit might forget if not gone over and over
Lights on the tail & the head up, sight to see in a hot form, red, white & blue, freedom signals
Stop, look, listen & grind peace to a halt, out the battles, kill or be killed by dead trip angels.
Up to the hilt maximum, down to the minimum & in between is where I’m gonna try to begin
Fight or not, in the end all of us die, eagles too, laugh & cry but everybody goes to a mortal rig
Bones dry, skin to dust with a sanguine liquid, not even a first or last name on a corporal sin
All we know, it’s all mine, reparations & reincarnations disturbed groove, immortal shindig.
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Freezember the 2nd, MMXXV Anno Domini #PocketFullOfDough
{ Trapped this fish jammin’ to @Everlast #UngrafulLiving CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GGA9SrUca0c?si=HgkfptwnN5EgrjpM }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
{ Trapped this fish jammin’ to @Everlast #UngrafulLiving CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GGA9SrUca0c?si=HgkfptwnN5EgrjpM }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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