3RD OF JUNE TO BUG YOU TOO!
Compared to my skepticism, I see that the #BlindFaith in the comedy & tragedy is being alive
With a trip of a walk toward the church, you have separated blind eyes from what you believe
Emergency of the creepy crawling, incompetent human beings who’ve take over for retirees
All that’s left, this is their best, the only ones they’ve got, wait! What? Bad guys are no good?
When it was the 3rd of June last year, I retired, or was that the year before, be that as it may
Now and then you think about your last tick tock of the heart, last gasp of gas, corpus dilecti
Why? It’s not my fault that it’s a creation beyond my pay-grade, it takes me 9 months to bake
But once the buns are out of the oven, my karma pledges to even it all up, a jump in the lake.
Rockets going above and beyond the dead air, getting to Nothing about eight miles high, fly!
No way to get it right because the inferiority of the bones is the the color of skin, but the high
On the food and the glue, the rocks that rolled down from the volcano's of Earth’s holy blow
Snowtops to the core of dry wetness, fire in the center of nowhere keepin’ the heat hot, bro!
What else do you got? Nothing but the same philosophical word jaundice from the red blues
It’s got the ignorant aliens from another planet, posing as our children, pretending brothers
Little sisters who are obedient to their elder male bulls who have become mutant RNA seeds
They look in the mirror and see nothing but a smile of sacred satan, bottomfeeder of Hades.
On the way to suicide-watch in a straight jacket, in the ankle cuffs and chained to my pains
What I did, what I do, you have no idea what’s in my mind, how I see or record royal reigns
Queens, kings, princesses, princes are all too human, mortal like the rest, no grim reaping
Just one of the many, just like all of the rest, you say something, you will pay for the thing.
All lives matter to God but they can’t be the same to a woman, a queen but we’ll eat a cow
Like it should be, you get the bills, you pay the bills, they keep comin’ you keep payin’ ‘em
Like Godzilla, it’s huge and kind of a monster in the room, you’ve got to deal with it now
Performing the acts of contrition for the Twenty-First Reich, just because, I say phuq ‘em.
Comin’ for the alien anarchists who did not learn their ABC’s in America’s grammar & highs
Or did they really all just sniff glue for their senior proms for the last twenty years? Maybe so
On the other hand, it may just be the historical folly of humanity, pretend you’re more blow
Less than the atomic substratum of slime, a soul fails in the the Supernova, lords of the flies!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, June 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST
{ Jam out my dirty face to #RadarLove infinite loop link @ https://youtu.be/11Lj75cjg44 }
FINIS
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