GOD'S LADY MADONNA & PRECARIOUS APEMEN, MY GENERATION'S ALTERNATOR
Proof is positive, one sun's sum of your mothers, stepfathers & the spinning dirt ball we're all on
Died in vain or for all the right reasons, it all dies, all beings, all too humane hens & woke capons
Kids, baby orphans & the well-bred fashionable breeders of bullies who expect immortality saving
It ain't my fault that you're in a death spiral, pointing out a fake news' theory of a sweet nothing.
Fishing in a sea of Wokeness until the sea turns the waves into the last, great Sunami on steroids
Everything turns into dusty dirt, black and blues comin' out of nowhere, stayin' & causin' schizoids
Microwave your bones to dust, you're hash tagged like thief in the night, melted cheese of samich
Bongs blown in & out of aqualungs before the corpus dilecti approaches as we enter a God ditch.
Sons of your mothers who were inseminated by your great, great grandfather, timing's everything
There's absolutely no chance that your grandma's hands treated y'all better than mine, heart love
She was in her thirties and had five or six of her own, takin' care of my eldest of 6 needs, she sang
Some Italian lullabyes and my screamin' stopped with the warm bottles, warm bosom of woman.
Grampa worked for the candy factory, brought me home what the rats wouldn't eat, rot my teeth
Sugar and it's effect on my health and gums was obvious, yet ehre I am, still kickin' a 7th decade
Of these old men, young men and their idiocracy of being a mortal, pretending to be eclectic gods
None anywhere in sight or anywhere in Space between here & Alpha Centauri, UFOs, my hotrods.
Psychotic and neurotic in the middle of the lake, river or sea, ancient & modern civilized one Me
Bored a hole down into the depths of the invisible and unheard of wavelength or frequency tea
Nightmare in a daymare, cyclops closed or wide opened, it's all academic, as dead as King Tut's
Infanticide, homicide, suicide or the extinction of the mighty genome, knockout kick in the nuts.
At the foundation of the theoretical Singularity, we annhilate the good, holy bad & ugly planets
Full of friendly fire, gas of atomic fusion and fission to die for, living fantasy without good Cause
To be or not to be isn't the only question, the high hopes of the giants and midgets takin' a pose
That thing, itself the substance of the hardened gas, smoke & mirrors of the anecdotal sonnets.
Wonder white bread's all you're gonna get, no meat or TOFU hodgepodge, Christmas combustion
Monks in a meeting with the invisible voice of Oz, behind a curtain there's nothing in mortals' sin
Hydrogen and helium with the nitrogen and the oxymorons in your inner sanctum, I'm father sun
I'm so well done, as a Star spun-out, bombin' my mancave's holy sanctum, we're all gods, my son!
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r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER VIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST Lundi #CaliforniaDreamt
{ Kicked out of the teeth my father's father's great grandmother's sister, never got knocked out of my mouth, listenin' to the #SimpsonsGoToChina link @ https://youtu.be/zzt0xBXTNhI }
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