LIFE'S OVER WHEN IT'S OVER, DOG! CHEERIOS, ZONE TWILIGHT ALONE
The sky above is blue and the dream has been blacked-out, it's a pay-per-view network
No pay means you don't play for a minute or for keeps, you don't get a thing to twerk
You and the rest of humanity uses logic and reason to live until y'all die, corpse of Man
It ain't your fault but now it's all you've got to see it all man, an idiotic moron's tin can.
Saved from dying at or before childbirth & onto the final days before the ending One
It's gonna come whether you like it or not, whether I write this & you read it or not
Nothing can stop the inevitable thrust of the loneliness out there in deep outer Space
All alone, nobody to be with or talk to, you are all there is, all you've got, one last shot.
To be or not to be is a split infinitive that needs to be alive before life existed to recall
The memory that appears in an infinity of mirrors facing one another, yellin' play ball
Nevermore do they move or animate a metatarsal, no good, bad or ugly mug of a boss
Judge not lest ye be judged, I don't judge, the scat just happens without a First Cause.
Freaks havin' fun just like the groomed daughters & sons of One Dreamer, Alpha male
In heaven above or the fire of the leftovers deep within the bowels' refuse, a Third Rail
Runs the whole shebang from first to final gall bladder blast, apes, fish & cockroaches
Mine field of F-bombs comin' before you know it, kids in gangways in Chicago for sale.
So you can get the welfare and the foodstamps with no social security, monopoly cash
Stamps made without a treasury of gold to back the paper from dead trees, that is All
Folks in dire straits and some in for a shock on the last day they live life, it's comin' see
You Mind as well get your skin and bones prepared for the worse, as a rotting dummy.
Aware you've spent hours on appearing to be the beautiful even if you're a plain Jane
Or a John oblivious to the nature of the beast on the streets, in the city of Freemen too
Thrust of the genome to reproduce regardless of the repercussions of a moment's max
In a climate of heat or the snow of an igloo surrounded by white water, cold as ice tax.
Settle down now, don't get your panties in a bunch again, stiff upper lip recommended
We never were here to begin with, before our conceptions in our mom's deep wombs
Uncertainty of the principle theorem is merely a formality, nothing at all matters to us
Matter is nothing at all other than a formation of random atoms, drawn stickmen fuss.
Step forward or backward, look ahead or behind, be One or Many, stop the music din
It's all unheard of, you can't even dance to the nick of the beat, it's All off the old grid
Patched up Wonderland holes in the arguments for the existence of Reason being alive
Within the mind of Man, Woman, animals and plants leftover from the Big Banger Jive.
Then it's clearly a deduced conclusion, we're accidental collisions of atomic dusty road
It's over, no more books to comprehend meaning of induction/deduction, son, oh son
A tool you'll be as you're created to be, not a user of tools but a Tool etal, so Be At One
Without which nothing remains, hammer of the arm & arm of a hammer, way Blowed!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, February XXIst, MMXXII @ 711 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to @MarshallTuckerBand #AllTrax link @ https://youtu.be/fz_D_52JmAk }
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