HEAL THE HELL OF IT ALL, HIGH SCHOOL FLING, BILLS TO PAY, KIDS TO RAISE, GO ON BACK TO THE GOOD OL' DAYS #AliensAreUS #bigSMO

ON BEING ALL THERE IS,

 NOTHIN' BUT THE TRUTH

Skim the pages, skate on thin ice only once per lifetime, that was a cold one, too human

Hockey ice skates had me trippin' to my final hockey stick ice slam, all too human sin

Thoughts that come & go, few recorded for posterity, mostly figments of imagination

All is neither more nor less than a pass-time until extinction, bone-body of bloody skin.

Herd of gentle killers and consumers of beans and pork, what did you believe?  Pork fatso

All it ever was, soaked in the maple and brown sugar, light and dark, it is all of that, so

Walkin' around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel 'round the organ grinder

Trapped by the one-minded pursuit of the escaping reality before being killed for dinner.

We know this and that about convoluted pleasures and pains, don't yell or look cross at me

Value for the facts of life being divulged to you & every other human being, it's already gone

Song of phraseology to choke a horse, hopefully a plug not a thoroughbred filly or old stud

Knowledge and the wisdom gleaned from the words written on the cave walls, Elmer Fudd.

Dissolve in the union of everything melted down into its common denominator, peer review

With or without you & I, prime cause of all effects will remain in the end, post despair too

Final ending of the revolution comes with the granite headstones to recollect the cost if It

Freedom to animate your 208 bones & avoid debt to a central bank, conglomerate of chit.

Gold, silver & every element generated by the remnant dirt of the Big Bang, Earth's cache

Fortune has it, we're fortunate daughters & sons of the ones all gone to Earth, Wind & Fire

Schemes of the morons and wild-eyed idiots who followed the Rocks of the Fellas who rob

World of sounds of silence in Space is this Real World of naked apes, a streamlined blowjob.

Marketing and science of loaning gold before devaluing the dirty rocks, it's ghosted chimera

Pretenders who manufacture mutations of the Truth, seize the gold from the apocalypse era

Follow the First Cause up until the consummation of all you are, a flesh & blood clown car

If the humor is wasted, feel ashamed, LOL & ROFL like there's no tomorrow, this means war.

Think about it all this way, life is a racket and it's all about winners and losers who lose it all

Last eye blink and blow of air out of the lungs are all you can hope will be true, the Truth fall

Knowledge of the good & bad, the ugly and the beautiful, it's the RNA program, at random

Buried no mind with the body, rigor mortis is as above, so below before the wise guy scum.

Light shines on the darkness & it all looks very peculiar but no longer very superstitious silk

Woven into the sheets and blankets to cover the naked ape skin that covers our bone's chill

It's complicated like a pre-calculus monolith that is incomprehensible to the moronic idiot

Following the numbers, the letters & symbolic direction to assemble the form of the robot.

Imagine, you're already gone from the beautiful and ugly, headed to the place that's all bad

No need to be happy if you're dead & gone, only if you breathe in & out, all happy & mad

Last thought, final Word/Rule of Engagement, pretenders last longer than the lies of Man

Blind faith in nothing before you, being an orphan without a known predecessor Woman.

Whether up or down from the place in Space that keeps you & I above a network's immersion

Post-mortem depression has no brain or mind to create something out of nothing, mortal sin

Destroy or create as above, so below, Time is this way, mortality is sad, royalty devours it all

Sanitary revolution, bury the trash, recycled, neutralized plastic & Styrofoam rolled in a ball.

You listen to me or ignore me, I don't GAF but you ought to, just don't, day after day, oh Man

Fools acting like madmen across the sea of the Zeitgeist, take over the wild horses, Peter Pan

Parallel lines & parentheses force the wild thoughts into clear comprehension, facts of lives

Power to return to the beginning, before your parents copulated your at-random high fives.

Getting to the final episode of nothing more nor less than existence as we know it, I know it

Recognize that doom and the eternal bliss occupy one place in Space, it's the reckoning skit

Ride in the wheels that roll from place to place, arrive & depart on time, nevermore as it is

Water, mud, rocks hard and cold molten lava, the motherlode in flux, it's a Kool-Ade fizz.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, NOVEMBER 5th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{  Created while jammin' to https://youtu.be/IoflKpPJhTM?si=n8wuYcV9l6q46WGH &  https://youtu.be/RFFNGN9ajpE?si=lf2msZp8mtU9zOu }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

DON'T UNDERLY THE ABSOLUTE CONCLUSION REGARDING REALITY OF THE TIME & SPACE, NOW & HERE . . . GOD MADE FOO FIGHTERS FOR LIFE; IMMORTAL YIELDS MORTALITY DREAMING THIS WORLD #EYESwideOPENsimulation

DREAMT A LITTLE DREAM

OF DIVINE RECOLLLECTION

Stiff in the form of a body's corpse, corpus dillecti in the frequency of Life's form of substance

Woke up this AM with wood, it's too late for all of that, nobody cares about the instance in pants

Revelation is the deliverance of the protocol into you, into me & everyone alive now, tomorrow

Princes and queens stood for Nothing & still do the same thing and will be done, rerun TV show.

Blood runs with the wolves, runnin' in the pack all I knew but the more I found out, well then

Playin' the solo of the 7th frequency of initiation, I'm busy & only the gods can give requiem

Cut down all of the trees that used to hide the sky, now they're all gone for good, we pass by

In fields and metropolitan manipulation of Life itself, the result of a Big Bang evolution high.

It's not my data, it's the datum that follows from the fact of life, you live & then you die

It will never matter whether or not you rock yourself to sleep, in a muddy water of lies

The impossible might happen but it's highly unlikely and improbable, as above, so below

Nobody knows the Truth, it's all a guess at the feather in a cap, you had to be there to blow.

Too thrilling for the fabulous ones y'all thought y'all were, just to leave it all behind me

Never a funny line when the joke is on you, you'll get the drift of the winner's cup of glee

Hits and misses for the duration of eternity, don't shoot the messenger, it's a fact, Jack

No time for the back and forth of the skeptical attitude to the nature of the beast's crack.

Leave it to us all, the strong will survive and the weak will perish, what do we do now?

Truth is you go nowhere when you die, you were nowhere before you were conceived

Standing in your way to point the path to redemption from the ignorance of the dead

Priests and nuns who taught your parents to blindly believe in fantastic & just blow.

That the whole shebang is now exposed in its nakedness, without a judge or a jury too

Guilty of the high fallutin' innocence of the subordinated species' conflagration spew

Arise from the sleeping at the wheel, resurrect yourself & release your guilt of others

Those predecessors of your heritage are all unknown to you, you & their souls fears.

Dreaming and then waking up while still dreaming, as if this the final, faux conundrum

Water the liquid created out of gas molecular fusion of hydrogenated oxygen systems

Standing or lying down in a comfortable, warm place, under your control ad infinitum

Epistemologically challenged because you don't want to know anymore Space-Time's.

Darkness all around the river's edges, dancin' with the cold wind, still fishin' for steelhead

No river rises without my blood gettin' hot for the castin' & catchin' for the fight roe-fed

One last thrust into the unknown lookin' for trouble hook of fight for life, catch & release

Beat in the back of the band's stage, a cymbal of symbolic gestures to the drums' peace.

Loud or silent, just noise comin' in for the free beer and wine, doors all get locked 'til 4

Stuck in the booth at the rear of the bar, I couldn't stare the tequila down, I got bombed

Truth stayed buried until today, I ran into the empty bus and it collided with the finality

Not my fault, or maybe it was, either way, I'm dead & gone, nobody in hell-Cielo but me.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, Halloween, 10-31-2026 AD @ 411 PMPST

{ Jacked this up with a pack full of trouble on a moonlit night, The Bayou Outlaws, Dark Americana link for youTube @ https://youtu.be/cspL8rjal-o?si=Hu3n2hM2J9pYjXg3}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

SOPHIA do RECOLLECT

DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY

1 ACCIDENTAL TRUTH - DISCLOSURE #SIGNALS, DREAM, BODY, SOUL, MEMORY, MIND

PLANETARY COMPLETO MESMERIZATION #RockYourselfToSleep #ThingsHaveChanged #ClothBloodWhippin'

FOR THE LOVE OF DEUS

AIN'T NO GEEZEUS CHRISTOS

Contained inside of the variable unknown, critical theory by far

Beyond the wars, there's random atomic collision in a Maseratis

Fear of Fear itself, you have no power to overcome rage of war

Higher than the lowest you may go underneath the limbos scree.

What we all are beyond the conception and dissolution of bones

It's a theoretical position of academics and their minions' iphones

Begin again, ad infinitum, realize perception is pure dumb luck

History both ancient and a future yet to happen, say it, "Phuck!"

Premium higher than you're willing to pay, rings as if on the ball

Truckin' on down the highways & byways of curvin' around it all

Complete the deduced conclusion by sayin' it out loud, so damn it

Artificial intelligence in battle-struggles with compassionate chit.

Lock up the toothpaste with the men and women who steal it all

By the way, it's all rollin' downhill as all recycled scat does, y'all

From the absolute origin of this planet in a stellar Big Bang gun

Explosions of every single atom, split into Plato & Pericles fun.

Where you get buried or disposed of by fire, wind & dirty mud

Pottery out the kiln & we got what we got, just say, "Hey, hey!"

Everybody begins relationships with 1 unknown "x" factor play

Pumped air and blood through an infrastructure of Elmer Fudd.

Future personal extinction is the Truth, that's all, that's all of it

Don't trust what I say is true, double check your engagement chit

Scum atop the spittle in a spittoon of the glorious faux pas psyche

Stomp his little feet, jihadist leprechaun is smaller, not Big Mike.

Imagine a scenario, you fill in the Void's blanks, it begins & ends

No other identity politics required than an agnostic-apolitical zen

Paint it black or white, high or low frequency & wavelength light

Infrared to Deep Purple Ultraviolet, the gamut of the good fight.

Knowing you as I know myself, all soul-spirit-mind flesh & blood

No alternate explanation for random creation-evolution in mud

Eyes wide-open while asleep & dreamin' at night or day in Time

Adjusting a space in Space to accommodate the stream's rhyme.

You know the gamma wavelength is as above & so, now below

Inside of my skull, eviscerate cells out of RNA control, let's roll

Annihilated in theory, then "IRL" immersed in a reflection pipe

Smoke rises & mirrors reflect light in 360 degrees, believe hype.

Follow or not, when gravitational collapse begins, it's black holy

Dust of the Cosmos, all in the bag, we've all been framed soulsy

Locomotion, everybody does it naturally, yesterday's clean shave

Little Eva & Big Adam gave it a chance, it came, knacked a rave.

From or back to the first place you recall 'fore you were just one

A lonely egg cell lookin' for a date out of the field of zoa for fun

Taxes and exemptions for the progeny that unfolds, like magical

Yet it's a hard sell to persuade the ignorant, I'm just a MF rascal.

Got the notion, it was all in the love potion, I drank it deeply too

Nobody's fault but mine, I was at the crossroad & took the path

One that leads to nowhere, where I am & where I've got reasons

Knowledge about Wisdom, locomotion of extinction to my 3 sons.

Blood leaked out & I spilled my guts and told the absolute truth

Nothing liquid or solid left, pure soulless spirit of a spooky tooth

Pain and suffering doesn't happen on the other side, over there

That's the rumor & I've jumped the shark, blind faith's fine hair.

Marked remarks and highlighted all germane kinetic functions

Calculus is significant and the problematic has been fixed, Sins

Blame and responsibility for the random effects of a First Cause

Played the festive & solemn, 1st to the end, I always was, "Boss!"

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXIXth, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Created while jammin' to 963 Hz #MandelaMind link @ youTube @ https://youtu.be/_3g0yj6R1BE?si=XNiDt0FI2cky7B5N }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WorldSeeries2026 #ChampionBrewersMilwaukee #TimingIsEverything #TimingIsTheOnlyThing #TooBusyBeinFabulous #TooBusyToThinkAboutUS

DISRUPTION IS IMMANENT

EVOLUTION OF MOTHERS' BALLBREAKER

Ignorance is not only bliss it's also beyond the pale of it all

Mistakes made, perfection achieved, it's the smoke on water

Air 8 miles higher than the rivers and seas, high as hell hooch

Come what may, you've no obligations or perhaps you mooch.

In the beginning there was no light, only the empty uber dark

For the love of God or just the humanistic finality, just snark

All there is when you realize the facts of life, beer for the horses

It can't be clearer, ain't no phuqn' way to remind the old heroes.

Haters Gotti hate & we all know it's true, field of dreams' woke

Godfathers & godmothers fill the fools' empty shell of 208 bones

Running, pumping blood head to toe, all in the rhythm's scenes

Every second, millions o' seconds or just one, it's Life, Darlene.

Boogie Woogie can't let the light of day take over a good night

Lovin' the work and the play, the alternative ain't all outta sight

Only if you & I don't mind, it will all come out in the wash loads

Threads keepin' it all together, stitch by stitch & hit the roads.

I didn't have to love you but I did & it wasn't your fault I fell

Way down too far to get up again, yet I'm still truckin' in hell

Feels good to be alive & steppin' out into the night's bust rock

All beats of the sharps & flats, major, minor & seventh shocks.

We are the people who will live & die just like the dead, sons

Your mothers and daughters can't dwell in your head for fun

It's either all in or all out, no other options for the Live ones

Peeled fruit, leeched vegetables out the Earth's dusted off sun.

Proved it all night & every day when I wasn't asleep, too human

Imagine the day after you die, impossible to be either you or me

No way to tell if there's a spirit that thinks without a mind's eye

Inferiority and superiority just voices you can't hear, let's fly!

Bring the big guns and sharp knives, no poison or eye candy

For the peace or a war, it's always one way or the other, man

Love it, hate it, just upset it's not eternity you get to see at all

Souls don't see, no eyes, souls don't love or hate, spiritual Fall.

Psychologically sound, fearless in the face of Death's fearful Id

Ego's superego in the center of the middle way, like Jesus did

Barefoot, slim and trim due to failure to ingest the dead fruits

Of one tree of knowledge & suburbs of Chicago's blueschists.

In the alley I rode up & down, to & from the end of my life run

A car ran over me & my bike, my legs got crushed bone, my son

Not a reason for that sentence to death, I survived it all, @75 too

Don't mention it 'cause two hearts 're better than hot aqua blue.

Phishing scheme in the deep pool of mystic pitch and homer hit

Games played on fields of the old ghosts, slidin' into the zones

Could be you forgot about Reason you came to be born, to move

Reminder, recall your sisters & mothers, they bleed in a groove.

Jungle's lit up with the neon lights of the ain't dead yet, grateful

They knew this was all food endin' well, a rigor mortis' roadkill

Say what you will, say no more asshat, it's Timing, everything

Cousins all computing the data, fallen angels, great as I'll sing.

Concerts for free or for millions, thousands after taxes, ol' Sam

Got his stones and made his bones in south cities, northern dam

Strained all glass until it stained, blue, red & gold, space in black

Been a while, as a wisp of wind in my hair, gods will be in back.

Right and Wrong, Good, Bad, Evil, Ugly & you're an idiot moron

Not your fault, it was your daddy beatnik yo' ass up at 17, oh son

I got yo' war, your battles right over here, come & get some fare

Absolute general in charge, dead & gone, 1st POTUS' long hair.

by

Peace, Love & Understanding All In My Mind

r j j  stephan, I

{  Established all in your head, while jammin' to @BruceSpringsteen 1980 concert, I saw that set list in Seattle, Washington, although this concert was recorded in funky Nassau, same year, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YExGpwTVOVA?si=70-BtVw4bjJ4h2vM 

GAMMA KNIFE REBORN

by

GodshairInABraidedKnot

#YetNotTheBossAppleSauce

@CarlosSantana  @Devadip

THE FINAL TOUR

#TheGoodOldDays @SMO @Boss #IAmThatIAM Truth Is Good, Bad & Beautiful

<3 <3 <3

ALL OF THE ABOVE HAS BEEN BELOW FOREVER

Ascending from the ash, the dirt is alive, fear & awe

You know the Truth, now STFU & recall what I saw

Punks grew up, became a wise ass, a wise guy field

Organized a coherence, retructured quantum held.

I shift, you shift, we all shift to the high gears, away

Like a dream within synapses of a brain tumor bay

Listen to the symptoms, they disappear in the flame

Smoke signals rose to the sky & dissipated a name.

Killed the lives and the matter morphed into waves

Frequencies so high, like your mind, it's above it all

Bring your A-game to the ascension, I pitched saves

No wings to violate a law of gravity, confusion ball.

Pimps & punks forgotten, the cadavers stench gone

Underground, six feeet under or dust in the window

You know & I know, we all know it, nothing's blow

Whist of wind through tight-closed lips, 208th bone.

Force of the Many is the program of the expectants

Ugly both good & bad like the hot & cold, collisions

Random love need for a response to be mortal sin

Check your Six, if you don't nobody will, I'm all in.

Loathing the moments our loved ones cease to exist

Yet, there it is, at any moment somewhere out there

The mother of invention bore me out of my gamete

All the fathers before my existence are just a fleet.

Of flotsam & jetsom flutuating on X's wavelength

Of all vermin & homo sapiens, there's occult angst

Fear of physical death's presence of mortality adieu

Push the idiot & intellectual to the inevitable blue.

Once we're fully in the mode of corpus dillecti, I am

All that's left is me, you won't see, y'all sperm spam

No slip of a tongue, not because the bible told me so

No philosphical treatise on Truth, Justice or Zorro.

Time management is no more nor less than lucky Id

Not knowing more Desire & Fornication splits I hid

From the true self, the species specific, a naked ape 

Don't allow a blind faith subscription to UFO hype.

Of aforementioned all too human beings, brothers

We're thrust without our will to be, mothers' others

One desired to caretake 2 decades' of sisters' bozos

A finale approaches, contained comedy for HoHos.

You need & you want mostly the same things, slaves

If there is a difference, it is only a religion in caves

Think about the 1st human being on Earth, too high

It takes two to tango for everything 'cept why I cry.

High priests, ministers of the Word & preachers of It 

The epistles and apostles who hung around It above

Without wings or with, all humans afford the cost

You either get buried, ash & pulverization, or lost.

Show us no proof of life before birth or after death

Nothing personal, it's the way that it is, what it is?

Junky punks out of the holy mothers who got a tap

From no-count fools whose mamas got ass-slapped.

Speaking English, maybe slang some, whatever it is

Funky, yes, uncool, yes, well, unless it sure is funky

Somebody shut your mouth, y'all rhymin' it, junky

Last words, wait a minute, hold up!  Joker-god fizz.

Bringin' best retorts, all that jazz, sum of good chit

If you think & believe that it's true you can do it

Then you can, yes we all can, difference is one ton

Now it's Time in Space, peace in purple/blue, son.

Your fame in your mind is the place it belongs, safe

Out of sight, out of mind, blame the famously Amos

Andy or whatever the names were for Man's chafe

Cain & Able were sons of Adam & Eve's incest lust.

God told 'em 1 rule, no intercourse with apple seed

First thing, we see what this world has come to, feed

If you stay hungry, you'll starve to death, boy & girl

Fun had a second, strife for decades to a long whirl.

Watch the weird forms & shapes of the 4 horsemen

Come out a Northside, South, East & West heaven

In jest I'm serious folks, what y'all need to know {?}

All in one ear & out the other, did yo' mama blow?

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 10-17-2026 AD @ 222 PMPST

{ Creeped out the crypt today while listenin' to The Eagles from Los Angeles 1976 @ https://youtu.be/1ANiEhAwpOI?list=RD1ANiEhAwpOI }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

TAKE IT EASY BABY

THERE'S GOOD ROCKIN' EVERY TIME YOU SHUFFLE YOUR SHOES HE SAID "DADDY'S GARAGE" OMG, NOT A BOY BUT A MAN BELIEVIN' IN A PROMISED LAND OF HOPE & A DREAM @BruceLeeSecretfight #SPRINGSTEENgoodRockin'

I HEARD THE NEWS ABOUT THE GOOD ROCKIN' TONIGHT

There's nothing ahead nor behind all of us or any of us, no matter

In the heartland or on the borders or coasts, all born in the U.S.A.

Talkin' Big Sur across to the Jersey boardwalk, the songs exude

I believed everything I was told must be true because nothing is.

Asking to bite off more than any god mortal body would, angels flee

From the inevitable doom resulting from just being glad you're Live

From the 1st to the last day of waling about the good, bad & ugly zoos

On the borders, or in the heartland, man oh man, you know the blues.

You played some & some played you, knowing or not, those days gone

Never more than distant memories from a certain point, the truth is it

Stopping at the lights to hear the sounds when I wake up & smell coffee

Crazy Janie & Wild Billie doin' what Bruce brings up by route 88, see?

Anyway fast forward to 2026, all night still young under 81, holy God 82

I forgot I just had a birthday when they thought I only have 18 months 2

Meaning some Gamma Knife blows to the head may or may not slow sign

Light and dark, love the life copped out of nowhere, right place, right time.

Hell, heaven above where outside of Earth, astronaughts don't even know

They went out, looked around, stayed out there, looked around, just blow

New or old space trash in orbit needing to be exterminated by the trashing

New machine, medecine for the atmosphere, clean the empty space & sing.

By the by, in and out of my arms, in my own mind and yours, Life skips It

It is the occult, unknown secrets kept away from all unbaptized in holy water

Only you know and I know everything about nothing, there's nothin' to know

Subjects and predicates expressing ideas to whittle down into one Truth slow.

Kissed and still sleepin' and not movin' like I was before the gamma beam

It came down out of nowhere and then it didn't work, nothing' measurin'

The loose lips that sank the ships when they hit the unseen sands of Time

Suspects deviate from the true First Cause of Being, the Good God sublime.

Papa ain't goin' to bed just 'cause it's gettin' late, I got shit to do, got it son?

Before the corpus dillecti gets the best of me, they somewhere lit up a tumor

For an Independence Day between a minute & a year & a half, who knew her

She looks around like she doesn't know I'm referring to her, she's the One.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, ROCKTOBER XIV, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

{ Crafted to a Springsteen concert you'll be happy to follow this link to it, click on this here link https://youtu.be/NKoeUMES8Po?si=MCn-sIuBb-54UHt2 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

The Guardians of @FibernacciSequence all about the 1967 Pop Festival in Monterey, California Mamas & Papas LIke A BRICK DUNG SHACK MY HEAD FEELS LIKE A BOMB ABOUT TO BLOW J A C K D A N I E LS (BLACK) R.I.P. @MeadowlarkLemon #Globetrotters #Gimme3Steps @LynyrdSkynyrd

STICK WITH ME UNTIL THE COLD & DAMP FINALE, ONLY THEN IS IT FINIS

ON THE MORNIN' LIGHT, I'M ALSO HARD TO RECOGNIZE,

BEIN' MADE O STEEL & BULETTPROOF, BUT JACK, GOD DIT

FOR THE SIMPLE REASON AND RHYME, THE RIVER FLOWS UP

AND DOWN, AS GRAVITY & CENTRIFUGAL FORCE DEMAND

HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU CAN WITHOUT HAVIN' TO TAKE

CARE OF SNEAKS WHO SNEAK UP FROM BEHIND YA

KRYPTONITE BE DAMED, IT'S ALL ABOUT THE 'BLACK LABEL

AND IT'S NO LIE, DIDN'T BLEED & AIN'T BLACK & BLUE.

BUT ANYWAYS, TODAY IS TODAY, YESTERDAY'S MEMORY IS

GONE LIKE THE WIND BEHIND MY SUPERMAN CAPE

I NEED A SHOT, LET'S GO DOWN TO CHARLY'S & HAVE A TIP

I'M BUYIN' IF YOU'RE DRIVIN', & IF YA GET DRUNK, IT'S TAXI

AND THEN AND ONLY THEN WILL IT ALL BE OK, TUCKED IN BED

WITHOUT A HONEY TO BREAK THE SILENCE, NEXT DAY, IXNAY

FREAKS OR JUST EXACT REPLICAS OF SOME DEAD GRANDDAD

EITHER WAY, WITHOUT THE WOMEN, WE'D BE EXTINCT, YEA?

PERIODS COME & GO, LIKE ANIMALS' GENDERS WITHOUT CAUSE

JUST A MOCKING OF 1ST PALS WHO NEVER GOT THEIR BALLS

GODS GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH IT ANY LONGER, I'M WHAT IT IS 

 NOT, BOTTOM LINE, IT'S COMIN' TO END, LIKE OR NOT, AFORE

JACK DANIELS HELPS A BIT WITH THE MEMORY OF THE PLIGHT

BROKEN IN TWO, YOU JUST FORGET ABOUT IT, HARD TO FIGHT

STILL AIN'T BLACK & BLUE, THEM 4 GUYS ARE RUNNIN' AWAY

FOR THE COPS, THEY'VE NEVER GOTTEN WHOOPED LIKE TODAY.

AIN'T MUCH LONGER NO MATTER WHAT DAY IT IS, JUST SHRUG

THE REASON FOR THE RHYME IS RANDOM FORTUNE, YOU EGG

LUCKY YOUR FATHER HAD THE WISDOM & KNOWLEDGE TO END

YOUR MOTHER'S VIRGINITY, IF ANY AT ALL, HYMAN WISE BEND

NOT CASTING ASPERSIONS AT ALL, JUST THE FACTS TO THE MEN

WHO KNOW NOTHING BEFORE THEIR MOTHERS' PAINS, A DOZEN

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW, WE ALL KNOW IT, DEEPER THAN BLUE FELT

FROM THE 7 HOLES IN OUR HEADS & OTHER TWO BELOW BELT.

OF NO VALUE THAT FREEDOM HAS NO VALUE TO THE SLAVE'S ID

DON'T CARE ABOUT LIBERTY, IT'S HARD & COLD, WHAT GOD DID

MADE THE THINGS THEN ABANDONED THINGS, SURPRISED ENDED

IN THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS TO SAY, GOD'S SO SORRY, HE IS

NO LYING TO US ANYWAY, WE'VE JUST GOT EARTH & THAT'S HIS

COLD & DAMP NEW YORK CITY AND CHICAGO TO OL' FUNKY L.A.

YOU KNOW WHERE IT HITS, RIGHT & LEFT, IMPERIAL HIGHWAY.

ANOTHER PERFECT DAY, I LOVE L.A. A RANDY NEWMAN REGARD

ALL THE WEATHER THAT THE EQUATOR WOBBLES FOR, A BALL

KID KNEW IT ALL ALONG, IMPERIAL HWY & SANTA MONICA BLVD

MORE FOR SHOW THAN FOR THE GOOD & BAD TO KNOW, IT ALL

IS IN FRONT OF THE EYES OF THE ONES WHO SEE THINGS BLIND

FOLLOWING YOU LIKE ANGELS BEHIND THE SIGHTLESS TARP

NOT MANY BUT THE FEW SHARP DRESSED MEN WHO DRESS UP

IN TOPS & BOTTOMS TO THE SHOES OR COWBOY BOOTS' KIND.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Rocktober XIIIth in the year MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Drafted before the Sacramento & Portland scrap it out, the Kings vs. the Trailblazers will see whose SCOUTS of the NBA made their owners proud to pay the payroll to the PRODUCT! }

F I N I S

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Meadowlark Lemon
Lemon with the Harlem Globetrotters in 1975
Born	Meadow George Lemon III[1] April 25, 1932 Wilmington, North Carolina, U.S.
Died	December 27, 2015 (aged 83) Scottsdale, Arizona, U.S.
Occupations	Basketball player, actor, minister
Known for	The Harlem Globetrotters
Spouse	Cynthia Lemon ​ (m. 1994⁠–⁠2015)​
Children	10