DIVINITY COLORED TAXES ABOVE & BELOW MAMA'S #LP WATCHTOWER
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Bums and junkys conjure a daughter & son broulet but you can stuff IT where it can't shine
Lazy bones of soylent green drunk drones, dying to work & take CoVid tests, it's gold dough
Yet the chromosomes survive in other formats, in other shapes and sizes, in a world of chit
Betting that you don't have enough chit to pay for the trip you're on nor the one you get.
Well the payment is nigh but that's the least of your worries if you ain't armed with a wife
Thank the monkeys and chimps who want your money, your possessions, your family's life
To be the top of the pack is a place we all want to be but I am there, yes, I'm the One too
Giving away the punch line before the joke's set up, a way of workin' the room, too soon?
Songs sung to the sweet beats of the animal skins strung over the heavy metal's pi circles
All the girls went all the way and that is the end of the story, turned into the nuns' extinct
Of priestly bishoprics and papal judges of Good and Evil, ancestors all dead in Sing Sing's Sin
Original disobedience in a garden of Eden? Come on man, you're pullin' my leg outlier it in.
Strings plucking the notes of A through G ad infinitum, octaves above and below the dead
Sleeping yet not dreaming yet, in a deadend Void between Light and Dark, star's black hoe
Unwound spool of fishing line at a three pound test, six inch leader & piece of pencil lead
This here & that there compared to nothing, frozen strings hung from nowhere you know.
In victimhood I emerge as predator, the one who kills the living to eat dead anima foo foo
Do you have to use those words to trigger responses of being all too human, y'all do tend to
Bongs bond us between heaven above & hell below where we all gotta go, played it all out
Had it all in the bag of unknowns multiplied times an e-thing cubed in a twisted round about.
Purple pundits and green, gargantuan plants over 10 feet tall, my buds deep purple angel dust
It won't hurt too long if you don't think about it, try to believe you imagined it, a wanderlust
Nobody believes anything they didn't go through themselves, skeptical 3rd eye spark of a spiff
We're all gonna die when it's Time, 'tis a BLIND leaps' faithful herd over Ma's proverbial cliff.
Where were YOU before your mother and father met in the testtube of an unholy 1st date
Place in space where the humanity is conceived and hatched from, my mama, free will fate
Without the XX the XY has no function, it exists for one reason in the universe, for hotrods
I am and you are, at some point down a coveted hobo road RR tracks, candle wax of gods.
Conviction of purple supremacy, when the cadaver has lost it's verve, well there you go now
Again and again, as if you have no recollection of chartreuse fragility, don't go on Jimmy crow
Yet again since day one in the fragility slammer, stuck mama's 208 bones in a DNA hoosegow
Nobody can be more woke than the deadhead's that run the Earth, in a NYC minute it'll blow!
by
r j j stephan, i & #IDGAFWYT
c. Mercredi, May 26th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{ Created while #Woke & pushing #WhitePrivelegeAndFragility the #GDPusherman & listenin' to @Steppenwulf #GDThePusherMan in a loop-link @ https://youtu.be/3XqyGoE2Q4Y }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Bums and junkys conjure a daughter & son broulet but you can stuff IT where it can't shine
Lazy bones of soylent green drunk drones, dying to work & take CoVid tests, it's gold dough
Yet the chromosomes survive in other formats, in other shapes and sizes, in a world of chit
Betting that you don't have enough chit to pay for the trip you're on nor the one you get.
Well the payment is nigh but that's the least of your worries if you ain't armed with a wife
Thank the monkeys and chimps who want your money, your possessions, your family's life
To be the top of the pack is a place we all want to be but I am there, yes, I'm the One too
Giving away the punch line before the joke's set up, a way of workin' the room, too soon?
Songs sung to the sweet beats of the animal skins strung over the heavy metal's pi circles
All the girls went all the way and that is the end of the story, turned into the nuns' extinct
Of priestly bishoprics and papal judges of Good and Evil, ancestors all dead in Sing Sing's Sin
Original disobedience in a garden of Eden? Come on man, you're pullin' my leg outlier it in.
Strings plucking the notes of A through G ad infinitum, octaves above and below the dead
Sleeping yet not dreaming yet, in a deadend Void between Light and Dark, star's black hoe
Unwound spool of fishing line at a three pound test, six inch leader & piece of pencil lead
This here & that there compared to nothing, frozen strings hung from nowhere you know.
In victimhood I emerge as predator, the one who kills the living to eat dead anima foo foo
Do you have to use those words to trigger responses of being all too human, y'all do tend to
Bongs bond us between heaven above & hell below where we all gotta go, played it all out
Had it all in the bag of unknowns multiplied times an e-thing cubed in a twisted round about.
Purple pundits and green, gargantuan plants over 10 feet tall, my buds deep purple angel dust
It won't hurt too long if you don't think about it, try to believe you imagined it, a wanderlust
Nobody believes anything they didn't go through themselves, skeptical 3rd eye spark of a spiff
We're all gonna die when it's Time, 'tis a BLIND leaps' faithful herd over Ma's proverbial cliff.
Where were YOU before your mother and father met in the testtube of an unholy 1st date
Place in space where the humanity is conceived and hatched from, my mama, free will fate
Without the XX the XY has no function, it exists for one reason in the universe, for hotrods
I am and you are, at some point down a coveted hobo road RR tracks, candle wax of gods.
Conviction of purple supremacy, when the cadaver has lost it's verve, well there you go now
Again and again, as if you have no recollection of chartreuse fragility, don't go on Jimmy crow
Yet again since day one in the fragility slammer, stuck mama's 208 bones in a DNA hoosegow
Nobody can be more woke than the deadhead's that run the Earth, in a NYC minute it'll blow!
by
r j j stephan, i & #IDGAFWYT
c. Mercredi, May 26th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{ Created while #Woke & pushing #WhitePrivelegeAndFragility the #GDPusherman & listenin' to @Steppenwulf #GDThePusherMan in a loop-link @ https://youtu.be/3XqyGoE2Q4Y }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
