VIRUS THAT DISAPPEARS
UPON ARRIVAL
For the final offer that no human being could ever refuse from the first to last woman fears
You’ll exist as an immortal during Time, eternity and infinity as above, borrow to barter, man
It’s a profitable way to earn your keep, Other People’s Money or OPM’s just ‘cause you can
Payback the loan with interest before a due date, well prior to that by five or six long years.
Kool-Ade drunk to the limit, people allow what their parents programmed them to accept
Grape or cherry-ade were my personal choices until I weened off of the sugar brew concept
After too many years of cavities and rotten roots due to evil maintenance, I have bridges
To cover gaps where I have nothing but air to the mandible gums, simple sinister pitches.
As young as an embryo or as old as a pre-cadaverous set of mammalian skeletal remains
Equations of inequality between you and I due to the nature of being alive on a spun rock
No need to cast aspersions to your friends and foes who share this dream within a dream
Imagine you’re completely full of that which you’ve eaten the last few days of cyberstream.
Just as music goes into one ear or another and comes out one or the other into creativity
Blood flows from top to bottom of the capillaries and arteries and veins in a finite cycle
Only so many beats each muscle can absorb, it is a Valentine heart inside a ribs’ cage
To protect the heart & holy soul-spirit that animates the RNA/DNA complex simplicity.
Feeling human, not too human but just enough to realize you’re on the way to old OZ
Wherever that imaginary joint is that has the Big Guy in the sky, nirvana, heaven above
Once the virus consumes anything available that doesn’t destroy it, the RNA of Love
Find out anything in the secret annals of the occult aliens, a clown tent full of Bozos.
Breaking into the safe places that aren’t as safe as they were last century, masses die
Causes of the effects don’t matter any longer, the fecal matter happens below the sky
Nothing at all you will recall the day after y’all kick the bucket, & I mean nothing at all
Pretty perfect in ultraviolet blue and infrared crimson stripes & 50 stars will never fall.
Drinking and smoking until there’s nothing remaining to imbibe or toke, the way it is
If you conserve items you consume, some vagabond will steal it when you look away
Then you’ll both conserve and share with strangers who never pay back anything at all
How can you believe what isn’t true & pretend that it isn’t a proverbial white lie display?
Easy, gullible morons eat wild mushrooms with blind faith in nature’s ambivalence to us
It will kill you, but you won’t be hungry any longer, back in line of the pecking order fuss
Grow so weary of roaming Earth without a resting place that can’t be seen by private eyes
In a final blow, a finale comes like it or not, it’s inevitable so expect it, all gone gods’ lies.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, Janvier XXIInd MMXXVI Anno Domini at 111 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to #AmericanMade by @BigSmo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eHGfmpXlhFk?si=_BDlfrdBbzL7fyga }
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