#GritTruth #GrafterOnTheGrift

PILES OF RAT'S ROCKS ON TRIAL, A ROACH'S GUILTY PLEASURES
Treating the streets' tricks like they're normal & consequential, as if
They really are abnormal & inconsequential, yeah, you get the drift
Snorting your inferior nasal conchae down deep in both of lungs' pits
Nothing left like the moment of one's last breath, a moron's idiot fits.

There's an agreement between the twins, it's a sacred star birth thing
Where the Earth was in it's orbit 'round the sun, it's cosmic orientation
Inside and outside of Earth's atmosphere, there's nothing at all, it's a sin
That you were taught to believe, blindly that the Truth was known by kin.

When they knew nothing, I asked them & they told me, nothing's no thing
I continued with questions until there was nothing left but eyes blank look
Like somebody's brain cut the power off and there was a rattle and a sting
From love, birds & bees, it was all One #1 hit, 1/2 timed concerto, I shook.

I stuck the matter where the sun didn't shine, black hole-like, lost forever
Then the energy burst into an atomic fission and fusion of Ammonia & acid
Like being on Venus, Mercury or Saturnal moon, no need for more for play
Exit mamas & papas, female ovaries atrophied, cemetery buried the DNA.

You know it isn't going to last more than a hundred years, life's too short
Yet, it's better than never being alive at all, it's a trip you've got to admit
No other way to express this trip, you end up alone at the end, it's all over
Before you blow your mind, take a CBD chill gummi & blow a blunt lover.

According to the movies, there's ending and then there's original tragedy
Brought into the world in ignorance and naivety, a complete, utter comedy
Self-imposed and at the mercy of the powers imagined to be beyond limits
Of rats & roaches all rockin' the dirt, a guilty pleasure of human trash pits.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, July XXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:00 somewhere
{  Drafted while listenin' to @CamilaCabello #Havana ft. @YoungThug on youTube link @ https://t.co/5QDl9g4eTE?amp=1 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.? 

@AlvinAndTheChimunks @Aerosmith #RunDMC @ACDC #UncleKracker & a plethora of music bards!

 

CAREER ENDING FORM OF THE INVISIBLE MATTER, ACCIDENTS ARE IMPOSSIBLE
In the absolute center of everything exploded out of the Big Banger, there I am too
With or without you yet present in the presence where Earth psychology of a tomb
Deep space all around, above and below this hot mud full of the fairy's tales of a tot
Monsters and just regular ancestors who are about 50 or 60 generations, great scott.

Into the futility too deep to return it to me, I digress into the category of neighborhood
Nature of reality, why it matters that you know what it is before you die in cold blood
Maybe while you're awake otherwise you'll forget if it's when you sleep, Truth spoon
Smooth as honed steel or spun silk, a flight of winged plastic take Alice to the moon.

You will be bent if you don't get bent as suggested by being all too humanly sent about
Filling your mind with the pain, the suffering, the pleasure and enjoyment of my clout
To be or not to be myself & have no control over anyone but myself, neither any good
I am the only one who will die when it's time for me to die, you too, you're dead blood.

Lame punks and poison ingestion in mind and body leads to the extinction of species
Mark the target in the middle of the bullseye, circles around the invisible point tease
As if anyone has a skill to supernova our sun or create an atmosphere around a rhyme
Follow me home, you become alive, nurture and unto decline, vanish from SpaceTime.

Here's a perfect variant, everybody will die before they are 100 years old, no exception
Quite frankly, I want to say that officially, you don't know like I know, the mortality sin
Dow's up and down for either a predictable or unpredictable reason, like a clown's face
Love and water evaporate into Space, Fire won't burn dirt, Air is over and out in Space.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, July 20th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST
#CorporationsHateLosing #WinningIsEverything
{  Created this AM listenin' to @KennyChesney & @UncleKracker #WhenTheSunGoesDown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#CapitolAirShowsComin' #PizzaPieForAll #AllPizzaForOne @Sopranos @Santana @TinStar @TwoAndAHalfMen @CharlieSheen @Prince #BlueAngels

PERPETUAL IONS, AHA!  INFINITY'S CLOSEUP TIN STAR
Put on your big boy hat now, you're either a man, a mouse or a woman, that is all
No flaws in the philosophy's rationality, deductive logic's log rhythms of a dirt ball
Full of fossilized gas that used to be a part of the super-Nova and now a mere speck
Dust among the matter and energy that make up the MC squared, made from Dick.

A tiny one or a major elephant one, either way the injection is final, not one gets In
All of the others die a not so humane death and become metabolized into wasted sin
Venial or mortal, all too human brains and minds which practice avoiding death of salt
In the disease or by the accident, either way, it's over when it's over & it ain't my fault.

Terrific terror confronts the one and the many the same way, get ready to die or fight
For your life or the life of the ones you've decided to love more than yourself, alright
End's near, nobody knows how close that may be, So Ho Ohio blue-tip to fire up a bowl
Burned on the news at five and ten, an unusual anomaly of a green gorilla Canna roll.

Hold your stocks, sell your stocks, I'll buy your stocks, stock up on a stockade's sky dung
That's all there's left at The End, when you can breathe nothing & live as if you are dying
No clothes on to impair the wings in flight, a long way to the top of the world's tip, apex
Headed North, South, East or West matters little to the Void, you're luck will outrun Sex.

Survival of the ones who've reproduced One's DNA, nothing more nor less than my DNA
Spirits in the day or the night have no DNA, they have nothing of spirit, nothing in a hole
Be that as it may, you & I are remaining alive in a pool of water & dirt, 7 or 11 dice to say
That said, don't panic 'bout the ugly Truth of middle men pullin' our legs, they yell, let's roll.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, July 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:12 PMPST
{  Drafted while listenin' to @ChrisJanson #PowerOfPositiveDrinkin' under the neon lights over on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rSSGFVL4bwE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?