CIRCA 2012 A.D., MY FINAL DAY OF LABOR ABOVE
RETIRED @DCA COMPLAINTS OF CONSUMERS
#Maria @NobelPrize
ROLLIN’ ROCK UP A HILL,
STONES DON’T RUN DEEP AS ROOTS
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Lookin’ around 360 degrees from the place in Space that you stand, spin about & comply
With the forces of gravity and centrifugal force, ego and the trippin’ Id ain’t gittin’ out alive
Nobody ever did nor ever will, immortality is the antidote to the fear of death, out of mind
Hard Truth divulged by the fathers of your mothers or the church, orphan-priveleged kind.
You come into this world as it is, every continent is the same, dirt of Earth & Fire’s hot Wind
All Time here and now has been comprehended by the astronauts who escaped it to find
There’s all there is right here & now, we got luck of the draw and our daddies sold the node
That all the mothers and fathers before them were descendents of the dead, gods allowed
Lucky day to day, alcohol covers up the desolation and hopelessness of the booby prizes
What you get when you got nothing to give, receiving empty holes of the infinite vacuum
Country or city dirt matters not a twit, on or off of the “X” you know it is what it is & that’s it
Last gasp of air you & I take is the feature you know is an eye opener, it’s cadaver stank s#it.
Turkeys can’t fly and neither can any other game we will shoot and eat, arrow or lead shot
Messages for all who can decipher the code, it not, the gibberish is embedded in crotch rot
Love to live and die every chance I get, just a spirit or angel with invisible wings, not in flight
Will be eventually, the nature of the beast is set in stone code, no mutation, nobody’ll fight.
Mountains climbed, oceans floated upon and navigated underneath, end of days, night all
Muffed up the perfection, what the supernova blew away 93 millions miles from the B-Ball
Learned and ignorant of the essential iota of the Real, ride or slither but don’t walk, y’all run
As fast as your feet can stride, if you fall, just tuck & roll to avoid the pain, it’ll be a lot of fun.
Prepare or just go into the muster without a clue as to what to do, when to do it in corn rows
Death is immanent if you know survival is tenative, depends on a self-defense & hunt blows
Think about hunger ‘tween the hunts, never while an action needs perfect timing, fishin’ too
On the lure, hooked for supper, fire cracklin’ & pot of java smokin’, it’s the Thai-Stick of blue.
Bleeding air as if you’re an inflated rubber tire, rollin’ on borrowed tread from the Good Year
Blight of disease caused the flight of the birds and geese, people followed too late, hot fear
Deceived to stay for the party, it was a trap of the ants without the ants, stayed for the party
Music and fun stop at sunup, nothing but a memory & hangover, I am both Spin and Marty.
Mom and pop were high school honeys, I know who my daddy was, I got his DNA in a T-cell
Drunk or not, the father who made you gets the credit, one chance to get to Earth, it’s Hell
But the alternative is dead-air in outer space between galaxies and volatile-inert flabbergas
Know the Unknown intimately so you can enlighten the ignoramouses about to blow Mass.
Treat them like your sisters and brothers who can’t speak your language, you know a smile?
Eyes without fear, full of shocking admiration, then inner persuasion and a shot of whiskey
All at once, everything comes together, never showed my nude skin and bones, got the key
Fits right in my lock, soul’s in lock-down and the combination is 0-right, 0-left, 1, 2 & then 3.
Glass of wine, sipped in a twilight darkness of a summer sky, Sierra High, asleep honeybee
Sudden impact of the meeting dawned at sundown, impressed from One to Twelve thirty
Needed a half hour of down time to recover the fee for the trick pension in a parking meter
All for me, in the family, soft & sweet downtown, smiles from here to there, Earth ain’t dirty.
Death is the finale of the beautiful dream you’ve either dreamt being aware it was a dream
Or you had no inkling that being awake was being alive, upright in the sleepwalk of a meme
Played you like the fools play the freaks for what they are, anomolies of fathers in a dress
Come and gone with the wind, cool breeze leaving a copy of failure or accidental success.
Workin’ and playin’ with the values of Earth’s dirt & rocks, piled up to the hilt of the banks
Completed the trip, it was indeed over when it was over, there was no doubt, we are tanks
Of wisdom and knowledge of how to survive in the middle of the Void, enhanced RNA cued
From above and so it is below, seen & heard like this, dream big, live large, history imbued.
Down the old dirt road was the beach at the creek at the end of a puddle left of deep lakes
Saturday night is every damn day after high school graduation, factory work, biweekly paid
Dates until the pregnancies of two or three of my girlfriends, it couldn’t be all of it, RAID!
Well the tests came back & now I’m positive, all them girls takin’ me down, welfare fakes.
Rest until you get to the final resting place, you might want to do-it-yourself or fishin’ jiggers
For the ones left lookin’ at what you left behind, keep mementos & trash the rest in a dump
Classic car keys all sold for a million bucks, split between the two old boys, necessary ump
All’s said & done for fortune & fame, over & out, movie stars, fool’s gold diggin’ sand niggers.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, ROCKTOBER XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini 444 PMPST
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