... #Knickerbockers would tell a million lies for you, America 1776-9999 Anno Domini #EmptyHandedDefense

C R A P S H O O T E R

ONE MILLION LIES FOR LIARS

We have a house of cards built with a stack of stuff

I will demonstrate the ethics and our own mortality

No question you're gonna die today or someday, see

Could be a hundred years but that's all soon enough.

Don't shoot this messenger, I am the powder to blow

Projectiles from my hand to the gods, look out below

I have an axe to grind but I'll need a taste of the waste

Mouth watered until the aftertaste waned, I'm faced!

In a book or a tweet posted on the spider web of Ma

She left it as mother nature would, it's a fusion of Pa

For the sake of the gold, the purpose of god is defunct

Used to fear the unknown, evil ways of men got sunk.

Submarines or destroyers, it's water is already gone

Moons of planets' star dirt, dusk ain't sundown dawn

Punks and your orphanage holy water made numnuts

Now, here ya are, tweet me into funk, broadway sluts.

Stage of actors pretending to be stupid, just idiotics

Pushed the morons into the bytes of fools & robotics

Coupons just paper, money just paper of trees, a gold

Of the lead lines and blood lines, the tea is all rolled.

Smoke on the water, voice underwater, screwdrivered

As if you have a phillips cross-cut tool, skin tight dead

Apes, all too human, don't know there's an afterlife so

No obligation or responsibility how caused events go.

Personal or impersonal, a personnel specialist rigs it

As gigs become required holes in the fabric of the #ap

Return to reboot the system's organized chaos' & chit

It all comes out in the ocean water, the human s#it.

Figures calculated for the responses, the final answer

Never obvious & in the end, vacuum of zero, a synapse

Or him, ancestors or descendants, all for one & for all

Crusader for orphans, love children of a reason lapse.

Binging on the Jake Daniels knock-off, chasin' brews

Ales or just the usual swill from the tap, god screws

Fountain works but the flow is dammed up lead pipe

Love is actually a moment of injection, email & skype.

Boost my variant into oblivion, the unknown is 'x' too

Means what the sound gongs, #BullScat on your shoe

Banged once, twice, hundreds of blown bombs fallout

Of the genius minds, split the Earth, twisting to shout.

I have something ringing in my ears, it's a coverup

Of the mice and men who dig the holes & make it up

Fictional history, uneducated guesses of malignance

Bearded men, smooth sisters of bunny hops, a dance.

Pies cut in four pieces, then halved to allow humility

To be the humble, a bumbler of the dregs of society

Splinter and sliver under the skin, pain to kill us all

Difficult to fathom the last blink, but it's been a bawl.

My contract is up, I don't want to be injured by Evil

Stalkin' the ugly and bad within my soul, up the kill

Not only food to eat but the bullies to beat insights

Mean tweet ban me, archival Emerald Tablet bytes.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Freezember XIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Popped a cork on this bubbly while jammin' to @FatherStu on link https://youtu.be/2-NDXZHBf_0 }

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ONE MILLION LIES FOR LIARS

#DoNotShootTheMessenger #UnlessYouMeanTequilaJelloShots #Beebulls (Gramma's Word)

#e yields mass times lightspeed squared

There is no way to know why you exist, listen to the words of the elders’ guess

Uneducated, ignorant, fear of the darkness’ void above, below & all around us

Highlighted hypothetically with a shadow, only it knows for certain, what it is

What it’s always been is what it’s mutated into, recessive gene of goddess fizz.

 

A mother, Earth and a father, the Sun, a star in the universal pantheon of holes

Some black, others white yet none of them red, green or blues of danged fools

High or low below the nucleus of the One left over when it’s All over for mass

Energy allows oblivion to be immersed into the maelstrom of swirl raced past.

 

I have known the news before it occurred to the Earth’s intelligent homo saps

It ain’t their fault that the innocent egos disbelieve The Truth’s open wire taps

It’s always been out there and inside of here, all is one because One is the All

Way to come & go, in and out of the bakery, the restaurant, the outhouse’ pall.

 

Fighting or using the force incoming to remain in it’s inertia motion to the end

Of the short story or the long epic drama or comedy of gods & fools who offend

Their sons and fathers all know nothing more nor less than the End’s comin’ in

Incoming so take cover, hide your eyes from light, so you can’t see mortals sin!

 

In the hive, no room to be one when you’re just a cog of the many, tweet me out

I’m not gonna lie, unless it’s necessary to condition your mind & body to shout

Only you know and I know what this means, war and peace of humanity’s culture

That’s all there is in the solar system, all there is in @Twitter, what it is, you are.

 

Shadow banned solo and in concert with the orchestral minions who banter puff

Speech and words, phrases, diatribes of a sensation to smell the cast away scat

How this happened in a Void?  Don’t ask me, there are tall tales, spin of the teat

Spun down to infinity’s ‘X’ as if there’s another repository of all too human spoof.

 

I know how to censor my thoughts and words yet I use them for the hobo junk

Swear & curse in a very nice way using virology unfamiliar to red, white & blue

I was taught the ABC’s before 6, taught critical analysis by 23, child to man who

Intent injected, trippin’ on the time line in Space, God’s Truth smells like skunk.

 

On being a fast ball hitting the sweet spot of the wood or metal, it’s like a dream

It takes a minute to get there but it bounces up and down until gravity’s grave

Sucks it into the state of rest upon it’s seams that never come apart, where I sat

Hey, hey Willie, Roger, Barry & Alex don’t stop censoring the Babe’s shadow, fat!

 

This is perfect, it’s the unknown, #ShadowBanned by @Twitter and @Facebook

Now it’s like it used to be back in 1951, before I was born in Shy Town by a lake

Holy boy, child moved from innocence into open unconscious trench of my mirth

Corporation of innocent people proven guilty as charged by the minions of #Hook.

 

High up above the fray, where brave humanity fears to go, Gods groom the scum

To rise up to the top of the heap of scat that can’t be suppressed by hobo & bum

I’m goin’ nowhere as quick as the speed of light, it’s so fast, it’s dark in the vortex

Leading you & I to the Ends of Time, appreciate cast voodoo, spell of love, my hex.

by

r j j  Stephan, i

c.  Freezember XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini Lundi @ 711 AMPST

{ Cozy notation from cosmic scum of Earth, drafted while in static state of somnambulism & jammin’ @ https://youtu.be/J08ZwySCoJ8?list=RD-tRdBsnX4N4 }

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