AGONY & MAMA’S WISE CRACKER*
You probably don’t want to know the Truth about life or death so let’s spread a virus later on
For right here and now, it’s all about the WORDS on-the-air in and out of our lungs, it is fun
From the first eye opening in the morning with or without an alarm clock buzzin’ or beepin’
Morons and idiots that you may or not be related to by DNA in your bones, my we be trippin’.
It’s complicated but either it’s all made up or you’re not in on the occult secret of a holy monk
Out of probabilities, you’re doomed to be buried with zombies and neutrino quick-sand funk
Hurt your finger bones on the rim, on a 360 degree slam dunk, everything is everything, dash
Busted by the consciences of the mighty nations descended from a mythological rock scratch.
Death from heart failure while you’re wide awake, standing up or falling down, One’s a name
Of what the men and women said when we were young, parents, adults, sisters or big brother
Trained and programmed without a free will to disobey the law, there’s a retribution violation
Only Good die young, that’s #1, old men and women who raised babies or not, mortality’s sin.
Now wait just a moment and settle down before you go flyin’ off the handle once again, man
In a nutshell so you may crack it at will, in due time after the presentation, I am not your fan
You are mine! A fan is something that blows artificial wind on your skin and bones, It cools
The only way to fly, to rock and roll in every direction on all seven continents of motley fools.
It is agony to create and deliver the wise cracks to the least likely to grasp the subtle inference
Nothing changes in your life when you’re warned by the #ShameShameShame chain of fools
Ma & pa’s potty training was so important to adeptness at reason and logic, common sense
In or out of your diapers before you’re 3 years old, the cutoff of personal doom, my friends!
Put your lips together, just blow, blow easy or blow hard depending on the heat of the fleets
What you’ve seen since your first breath out of the womb until the last twinkle of your tweets
It’s all here and now, with or without me it’s still here and now to y’all, I’m merely a chimera
To be or not to be Shakespeare is only a question for the forms of mud and blood, gods of Ma.
Stop your babies from touching their faces with their bare hands, they will get sick on nipples
On the bottles of glass and plastic and mammary glands, the young will suckle and be all viral
In or out of the DNA and RNA of the cells, inside of the protoplasm and shape of the formal
Who wants to lead the lemmings off of the cliff, LMAO and falling, the viral cure is #Skittles!
by
r j j stephan, i *Header is Marilyn Monroe with 14 million followers, never tweeted tweets!
c. March 11th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Solved the calculus and advanced trigonometry problems & then wrote this down, while listenin’ to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hardy_(singer) & MorganWallen https://youtu.be/bXS7f8XO9nQ & https://youtu.be/Sn2RBKPMpU0
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
@SalvidorDali