PEGASUS’ OPIOID FLIGHT, #18thT
You better watch what you say and do and that’s not a threat, it’s an order of finite categories
Threat to every solar system, our white dwarf included, gravitational collapsed holy HeZeus
In a New York minute, the whole shebang departs conscious awareness and squirts jiz blows
Accommodation, assimilation of nonsensical mores, immersed in a civilized frame-freeze, us.
Impetuous at the worst and innocent alien from the past or future at the best, gods play harps
They’ll be pickin’ and grinnin’ all night long until the cows come home on the hog farm warps
Fields of hot pie fertilizin’ the same grass to feed the bulls’ scat, unpasteurized mega-spores
Filling the Space up between the empty Void matrix of the plethora of blown-out, bar whores.
Take no offense, it’s just a matter of time before y’all find out the Truth, life-deathtrap insane
You get my drift and you want to report me to the authorities, the pope, the bishop, the kings
So that the Word won’t get out that the co-mingling of seeds and eggs create #ThePeoplings
Homo Sapien enculturated by naive n’ ultimately ignorant dolts, yet wise as Plato’s dames.
Follow what he said because the pearls droppin’ from the two lips are the elixir of #Minions
We’all learn to rock N’ roll in high school along the ecliptic of #TigerWoodish #AtomicSins
Amazingly perfect treasure of the lead and gold, left from the Big Bang’s blown smithereens
Muse’s sound and doors slammin’ shut on my athlete foot, very near the end of boppin’ teens.
Winged horse flyin’ with the bass and treble of the melody and lyrical scat of their ivory tower
Playin’ it over and over again, ad infinitum just tryin’ to succeed, survivin’ in a dead lion’s lair
Flew as high as the eagle but died just like the wasted viral, bacterial germs of a bl-purple sky
Lemon drops sucked hard up on the chimney tops, it all comes down to this Why high, why?
Done the best that you could have considering you spent years floundering, sitting around It
On the ground, here and now, waiting for the next day to turn to the next one, an epileptic fit
Nothing and nobody will be saved by the implosion of the Void, a gravitational collapse of me
All that matters o’er here n’ now is that I #LiveAndLetLive on the way to the #EighteenthTee!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 28th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ configured while listenin’ to the Beachboys #CaliforniaGirls POTUS # 45 - Donald J. Trump #409 & HITS on youTube link https://youtu.be/cdNRiZ0kwR8 }
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