WELL NOW, ISN'T THAT SPECIAL YOU TWERP-DWEEB!
It's fine with me that the fix is in, the fever is very high over 98, hope sprouts in recollected fears
That it is a vain attempt at a common protocol, feigning ignorance until the jig's up, it always is
Nobody on Earth can be immortal, sucklings of the kings and queens play onboard 64 square tiers
At the center of the south, there's a hub of rendezvousing goin' on at the shipwreck of whispers.
Old beaches have sand from shore to shore, there's an empty hole filled with H2O blood drippin'
Of Jupiter or Mars, Saturn or Earth on to Uranus and Neptune, all them rocks glow, keep trippin'
Apelike infantile behavior is the protocol for the spoiled brat, punk kid grown to be in way deep
A satisfaction ensues, the seminal dream begins, vision-sleep tells me why before I go to creep.
On or off, heat of God's knights' armor, relief comes in the dissolution of the flesh and T-bone
Humans are not the food of the Earth but everything else can be eaten or burned to sandstone
In the lava beds inside of the volcanic core eruptions trying to turn Earth into the vast offspring
Of men, women, rats, roaches and every other critter and plant, the world's DNA royal is king.
There's no other gods to name as if they exist in any reality before or afterbirth, that's silly scat
All of it, philosophers' concoction of theoretical assumptions, deduced inductions, that's all folk
This isn't a joke, I'm not laughin' 'cause I don't think it's very clever to decimate a COvid holy bat
Inherited as an infant crying right out of the womb room, you live & you're gonna die by a poke.
Send kids to up to 16 years or more of school to teach logic & reason, tell 'em to trust in @WAR
Yet Science cannot be trusted since it changes what is known constantly as Time ticks away kicks
Dope of mine's like dopamine when it's deeper than quicksand outside of your apartment's door
Gotta go to work, gotta get a job first, nobody wants to hire an illiterate bonehead, ghetto picks.
The day you die, you'll remember these words after I imagine them in a moment, I am creating it
From nothing but emptiness, some squiggles networked into an agreed upon orientation of shyte
Queens & kings moved little or not at all, pawns did all of the Work, battles & guards all the rest
Behind my mother's apron, still holding on to the strings in back of her behind, she was the best.
I look into the mirror provided and see a dumb person, not stupid just dumb shyte that's a Truth
About living & dying, being born and dying in the same place or a different one, in a phone booth
Bums used to pretend to be talkin' on the phone when there was nobody home, can't wait to go
Number one it's been called by the pretenders who create colloquial conjugations of anthro lingo.
Up and down matters very little, it will all be gone in a brief gasp when you immerse to speculate
All over in a flash, more or less a hundred spins about a burnt star, one sun of the gods' love affair
Taught speech to talk & express your inner soul's wasted Time in this Space to speculate on faith
It's no wonder when you see the light where you stand, empty of a full blown divine night's mare.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, August 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST\
{ Drafted to an @TheEagles #FarewellTour 2004 Australia concert #SatanicCountryMusic on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TvNsl_oZCxY }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
#MothersGirlsBoys
It's fine with me that the fix is in, the fever is very high over 98, hope sprouts in recollected fears
That it is a vain attempt at a common protocol, feigning ignorance until the jig's up, it always is
Nobody on Earth can be immortal, sucklings of the kings and queens play onboard 64 square tiers
At the center of the south, there's a hub of rendezvousing goin' on at the shipwreck of whispers.
Old beaches have sand from shore to shore, there's an empty hole filled with H2O blood drippin'
Of Jupiter or Mars, Saturn or Earth on to Uranus and Neptune, all them rocks glow, keep trippin'
Apelike infantile behavior is the protocol for the spoiled brat, punk kid grown to be in way deep
A satisfaction ensues, the seminal dream begins, vision-sleep tells me why before I go to creep.
On or off, heat of God's knights' armor, relief comes in the dissolution of the flesh and T-bone
Humans are not the food of the Earth but everything else can be eaten or burned to sandstone
In the lava beds inside of the volcanic core eruptions trying to turn Earth into the vast offspring
Of men, women, rats, roaches and every other critter and plant, the world's DNA royal is king.
There's no other gods to name as if they exist in any reality before or afterbirth, that's silly scat
All of it, philosophers' concoction of theoretical assumptions, deduced inductions, that's all folk
This isn't a joke, I'm not laughin' 'cause I don't think it's very clever to decimate a COvid holy bat
Inherited as an infant crying right out of the womb room, you live & you're gonna die by a poke.
Send kids to up to 16 years or more of school to teach logic & reason, tell 'em to trust in @WAR
Yet Science cannot be trusted since it changes what is known constantly as Time ticks away kicks
Dope of mine's like dopamine when it's deeper than quicksand outside of your apartment's door
Gotta go to work, gotta get a job first, nobody wants to hire an illiterate bonehead, ghetto picks.
The day you die, you'll remember these words after I imagine them in a moment, I am creating it
From nothing but emptiness, some squiggles networked into an agreed upon orientation of shyte
Queens & kings moved little or not at all, pawns did all of the Work, battles & guards all the rest
Behind my mother's apron, still holding on to the strings in back of her behind, she was the best.
I look into the mirror provided and see a dumb person, not stupid just dumb shyte that's a Truth
About living & dying, being born and dying in the same place or a different one, in a phone booth
Bums used to pretend to be talkin' on the phone when there was nobody home, can't wait to go
Number one it's been called by the pretenders who create colloquial conjugations of anthro lingo.
Up and down matters very little, it will all be gone in a brief gasp when you immerse to speculate
All over in a flash, more or less a hundred spins about a burnt star, one sun of the gods' love affair
Taught speech to talk & express your inner soul's wasted Time in this Space to speculate on faith
It's no wonder when you see the light where you stand, empty of a full blown divine night's mare.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, August 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST\
{ Drafted to an @TheEagles #FarewellTour 2004 Australia concert #SatanicCountryMusic on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TvNsl_oZCxY }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
#MothersGirlsBoys
