VENGEANCE YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE,
OH HUNGRY BIRD
Buried underground to hide out of sight from the villains and scoundrels who roam above
Getting into the piles of fecal matter exhaust from the animated bags of sperm & hen egg
That’s Life as we know it, without the garbage and trash, we have no proof of the good life
Am I right or wrong about the whole shebang, regardless of prehistoric or post holocaust.
Production from stone & mud evolving into what’s been seen & all that’s been heard in moans
Knowledge and understanding keep the wisdom in power, to survive the predators of S#yte
Not only are the good both the bad and the ugly but also, there’s no life after death of bones
Bleeding blood, sweating bullets until the rounds have all been fired, put us all in the crypt.
How many days and nights each of us is fortunate enough to be gifted, that’s the question
To be or not to be makes no difference after the last breath; it is what it is & what it will be
Language nobody understands while it’s being spoken, but once it’s scratched on a stone wall
Be one or many in Time & Space, about the free choices without alternatives, nothing’s free.
No exception to this rule, outside of Earth’s orbit, Nothing matters there either, it’s all imaginary
As if there’s knowledge that the Earth revolves & orbits around a fireball, 93 million miles away
Dead & gone, even a memory of any of us won’t be recalled unless in recorded encyclo-history
Living burrowing, crawling, walking, running, swimming, flying, it’s what it took, back in the day.
Graduated three or four times to engulf myself, hot wisdom of survival, here & now just for fun
There’s no evidence that this is a proving ground for divinity out of our world, hence, it is done
On another front, on the other hand, the Life we live may be a dream of a dreamer who’s asleep
In a long cat-nap, no way to wake up without being dropped in a cold shower, without a peep.
Suddenly, being wide awake is better than being knocked out and in a stupor; I will survive it all
Whether or not anyone else survives is not my concern; each human has their own path to call
Lies will be told like it or not, to discern the Truth is a honed strategy, an original sinner’s bitchin’
Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Superman ain’t as super as supposed, he’s just all too human.
Now is the time, all good men and good women observe the movie in progress, we’re all faces
Without us, Life has no meaning to the powers we can’t see, assume extinction, that’s all folks
Higher than the center of Earth & lower than the apex of the cosmic soup, stones & rock places
Gods once, gods twice and third time’s a charm, watch my lips move, they’re high on th tokes.
Counting backwards from a hundred is all you need to remember, go start now, down to zero
What you’ll remember once it all goes down is absolute confusion & lack of respect for a hero
Kill the good guys & the bad guys until every guy is extinct, it’s a Darwinian faux pas of a bitch
All we know for certain is that we get cold and hungry & we’re all gonna die before our time.
Dead as a doornail comes to all of us, the ones left alive and kicking are maggots in the guts
No more recalled memories of the good and bad times are allowed when the oxygen outputs
Alive when you were dead & dead when you were alive, the confusion clears with rigor mortis
Karma & an overlord are the mythology fed to the innocent, blind faith for useful idiots’ bliss.
Honey dripping from every hole in the comb like a rhapsody in blue for the hungry many & few
No way to feel feelings without a body, this is what you’ve got now, you won’t have it forever, so
Bring the best you have to the fight, use your mind and body to defeat the eaters of God’s shyte
Cooking with gas heat, the meal is prepared & I’ve consumed it, so now I’m fully edified in spite.
Your eminence bows to the powers that be, in humble reverence for the power of the gold bar
Without donations from devoted followers, the heads of the bodies would starve to death afar
Dream comes from nowhere & returns to stardust without recall, why I dream I’m in the movie
I’ll retire, I’ll be in reruns, I’ll be rewarded for a plethora of light & dark words, FUBAR, you see.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 4-19-2026 Anno Domini @ 1446 PMPST
{ Inspired while jammin’
to @Boston #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jw0YNvlFOrI?si=NA-udbvqP897Zpxi }
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