ROLLED BONES' IN A FUNKY GROOVE, 12 SHORT SKIRTS & 3 LONG JACKETS
Formation of bare sons & daughters of gods, naked world's pieces roll up & down slippery slopes
Juggling this Italian piece of cake, way deep within the purple haze, corn pone pie down on Popes
Fix is in and the modus operandi is comin' down from the upper stratosphere's bytes and a piece
From the sombreros & turbins come the others, caps, hats, chapeaux & the middle of a tax seize.
Bums and junkies swimmin' in the puddle of mud in front of the entrance to the world of swirl
A competent genome appears out of nowhere because there was no other choice, it had to be
Never was a free will in the first or second place, just an illusion of critical thinking, logical scree
For all and for One, it's the foundation of the miracle, breathe in and breathe out, it's powerful.
Common enough for the power of the Will to suboordinate to the ignorant morons' high schools
Under the impression that everything you think is eternal is actually a finite entity of cows' bulls
Featured in the episodic nonsense you know is the end of the means, when it's over it's all over
Don't shoot the messenger or stab the one you won't let speak the Truth, unbelievable I love her.
Truth's too good to be true yet it's indubitably not false beyond a wild-eyed depository of doubt
Meaning it must be true or else this critique of pure reason is a fool's mission in Deep Space-Out
Things themselves evolve things & before there was anything, there was much ado about Nothing
Coming in last place is very handy when you want to avoid attention, let 'em eat cake dung fling.
Nefarious yet understated as the hood and robes allow, black on black in a darkness' urban edge
Noone knows what day they will give up the ghost & go awry for the presence to burst & bulge
Battles and whole wars for days or years, forty mor or less, all fought to kill the bottom feeders
It's what you & I get conceiving good, bad & holy ugly, there's no end goal for #Kiddy's breeders.
Burrowing deep down and then bobbing up to the surface of liquid sunshine, Earth one of many
Many meaning nothing at all, unseen dots of blown cosmic dust and the leftovers of po' tent city
Much bigger bang than I ever had since a supernova'd itty, bitty titty & heartache blowout soon
Mystical mountaintop comin', a stroke or two later to a boogie, to a way long gone, a full moon!
Bring your A-game to the far left and far right spectrum to show the rainbow before it dissolves
Aliens could do nothing hundreds of years ago and can't do anything about giants and the elves
Singing & pluckin' some animal leg strings, scrapin' washboard, blowin' a kazoo off the cybergrid
Undercover for the duration of the existence, nobody gets to know it all until you die, I'm the kid.
Fortune & Destiny mutually exclusive, nobody can do anything about things as they appear to be
Animated herds and flocks of things that breathe and breed without giving a damn for gods' she
Female stars above & beyond this planet indifference to the glee I feel for being the One & done
Received a 9-5 gift for serving God's masses, dead body bee's blood, little queenie's breath, son!
Infection in enamel cavities, holy root canal's primal torture, pain pills for grim troubles-no-more
Thirty teeth to begin with and on down to twenty-one, maybe even less, I don't want to know, so
I will just skirt the issue with the cells growing into self-sustaining pieces of the original sin's roots
Good & bad, the Unknown is the known Void from an Everlasting comes 24 oxymoron jack boots!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, September 14th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Modified the genome, blasted this out listenin' to Volue 2 of #BestOfSoulAndFunkyGroove on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CIfIU9mANGU }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
