#PITBULL #EARTHwindAndFIRE #BONUSpicksOmine post this epic rhyme!

Y’all Gtf over it !

Gone to confession again for the 500th time & I’m just a mind in the gutter, kids

Don’t do as I do, do as I say & I’m in the position of sayin’ right now, here Covids

Vaccine my arse, virus made by China, man, we besmirch a Fauci crooked finger

In a lab, in a rat or a bat, man-made mankind, it’s one way to extinguish species.

Quit your bitchin’ about this & that, the bed you made after your folks died off too

No free choice, just get over it or die in a hole, buried if you’re lucky, eaten if not so

Human too much for me, divine not enough to pitch a fit but it’s getting’ to the point

I have every Truth I’ve heard about it all, under this sun, my pop’s name was Sonny.

I made the most of draggin’ around the heavy balls on the chains, blamed it on the kid

My friend, a Kid who said he needed Ends to be near his graveyard, close to the vest bid

Lived right across the street from the boneyard, in his mama’s basement, single mom pit

Where mama landed ‘cause she didn’t wanna waste that 4 year Catholic education chit.

Pitched my tent on the sidewalk next to the other blue and orange lean-to messed up huts

I don’t cast aspersions just sayin’ there’s garbage, refuse & excremental urination, no buts

Lawyers all gone, courts all closed for malfunction at the junction, capitol offensive doubts

Streets & sidewalks thoroughly hosed down from the dead weight of high school dropouts.

Whining still? Don’t believe me, listen to your own guilty conscience, world owes you zero

Don’t be a drag like a ball and chain, it ain’t my bag & it shouldn’t be yours even down low

Suffer in drag and underground below the civilized & inoculated, mortals dead in a century

Or even before the age of Reason, a variable that’s never an absolute, asteroid in the sea.

Apes dream of food & mates, that’s it for the pre-maggot state of being, nothing divine in it

Did I mention to quit ptchin’ a fit & to get over it sooner rather than later, life is too shorted

Whole shebang squeaks until I pitch a fit, then the oil greases the gear before a hot crash

I can’t get over it, I’ll need some help, I’ll go to confession & be forgiven for the Dana Bash.

Above and below, one and the same, nobody but I’ll die when it’s time for me to croak it

208 bones shuffle off to Buffalo or dumped in the great Lake Michigan with the fishes chit

Either way, it comes & goes, clarity and a lucid vision of what’s goin’ on here and now too

I will get over it, I can’t get over it now, it’s a badge of honor, poor little cry baby Boo-Boo!

You’re so weak, you may want to consider getting over it & get over your self, you’re a mess

High dive off the board, jack knife or backward double flip cannon-ball splash, I do confess

Point those crooked fingers back at yourself, three point at you & only one at me, now I see

It’s just an accidental crash you didn’t see comin’ & you still gotta get over it, cringe worthy.

Bring the back up with you when you come for what I call self-defensive offense, fast fists

Such a whirlwind of smacks, kicks & pokes, nobody on Earth but Bruce Lee ever manifests

If anyone says that they quit and that they’re out of the game, cuttin’ off all ties to this & that

Stop at the red light, even if there’s no traffic comin’ either way, don’t go, it’s cool alley cat.

I found a full bag of cash on my gravesite, no headstone yet, I ain’t dead yet by the stash pit

My mind was in a gutter since my parents died of living life walking in their sleep, not woke

They exited the planet warning, don’t follow me, I’m out of here, let it go, go have a hissy fit

Thoughts & results of ideas look exactly like the sh#t you can’t get over, you’re an egg yolk.

Crooked finger pointing at me when you got three of your own pointing right back at you fool

I ain’t the one who wants to live like a king, kings suck and can’t get over their mortality, I do

Follow arguments to their irrational inductions, faith in hooks, lines & sinkers choked upon

You know your big sisters and big brothers were right, it’s too late for everyone, It is all done.

Meanwhile it is academic for the losing streak aficionados wallowing in the muck and mire

Knowledge and wisdom without ignorance is the hard way, see the Truth, shock the monkey

No working for you, King of Nothing, mommy & daddy ain’t lickin’ your mortal wounds at all

Games played, you’re in them now, know rules of cheaters, y’all go have a red rubber ball.

Purpose of living awake 16 hours every day, sleeping for 8 hours every night, unknown is “X”

Nobody knows so they lay down blind faith to remind you and me of this Truth, I’ll get over it

Outside Earth is what astronauts call, not a God’s damn thing, moon 190,000 miles away

Everything’s Nothing, so insignificant it makes me wanna cry, feel sorry for myself all day.

by

r j j stephan i

c. Mercredi, 9-3-2024 Anno Domini @ 611 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #EarthWindAndFire #September on youTube link @

https://youtu.be/3cKtSlsYVEU }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

R I C H A R D ? Is that you? Knock, Knock, Who's there? Richard? Dick? No, you're a dick! I meant that is your nickname right Richie? Dick! You are one like it or not! #GetOverIt

NOTHING'S blue OVER HERE, man

Mix up your mind with your head wrapped around an invisible idea concoction of menudo

Choices between dirty water soup from wrung out rags left on a hot tin roof, you said “I do”
Too late or too early is right on time, presence in the present circumstances, you all get it on
Puns divulged to the Twilight Zone’s Outer Limits, no way to tell the Truth, it is all a #PutOn.

Anti-matter and sweet energy that created it from nothing special is All the omnipotent Void
Your 9 step-children or at least your mothers and fathers would all agree, this is all B.S. boys!
The rich, hard civilization is in ruins, Life goes on without it, language and culture be damned
Inside force, the Cell of the states of being, coast to coast, border to border, it’s a WWF slam.

Mine full of coal, gold rock, diamonds, rubies, sapphires & emeralds procure a jolly good time
Bleed and pull the scab off in time, wait for the scar to remind you what happened and when
Illegals and legals will all die, like it or not, naturally a challenge for pure water, knock knock…
Who’s there, you won’t believe your eyes, you’re being invaded by a Trojan Horse on the block.

Remember the Jets and the Sharks from the West Side Story, there is no comparison with NOW
Knowledge and Wisdom in the infinite set of extinction, you’re all in and out of the menudo mix
Crimes and the punishment for committing those crimes, It’s the end of enlightenment’s blow
No border is secure for Humpty Dumpty who sat on a wall to have great fall, scramble egg trick.

Tastes of your bon-bons I shared out of your good-hearted offer, remain ingrained inside me
At least in my own mind, I’m a legend, that’s all that counts, the others don’t qualify to be
As they were they still are, nothing to do with me, maybe not even with you, we are in tune
On the Marconi, AM or FM all wave or amplitude-frequency modulation of vibrato picayune.

Creeps know other creeps as they are from the same origin, offspring of horrid DNA’s RNA
Imagine Evil is Live spelled backward for some unknown reason, living in evil with the ugly
Peers of the punks just past thirteen years old, mentally the top of their games in perpetuity
Insurrection is denying the resurrection of a dead human being after rigor mortis sees today.

Expecting nothing more than whatever you deserve based on Karma’s sentence to get even
If you’ve harmed the genome, there is payment due upon death, purgatory or hell, I’m sayin’
No free will after you turn “corpse” and whomever is in charge will burn or bury the bones
Think your thoughts survive? A recollection of Life as you know it, becomes defunct stone.

Ask your dead amigos & amigas, ask your dead kin folk, maybe I’m wrong but I’m a zygote
Something happened and blew me to this surface of mud, blood & beer, that’s all she wrote
Whatever you say, burdened by what has been, you pay the karma for chit you didn’t do too
Finale & that encore curtain’s fall means just this, “You got lucky to be here, now just blow!”

Harm nobody, no one, nothing at all that behooves your facility on a narrow path’s breaches
Democracy manifest Jack Carlson put’s your head into the squad car, know a bunch of bitches
Head lock and hand on my penis, people, what is the charge, eating a succulent Chinese meal
I can’t stop choking up my cheerios & chocolate milk, I stay alive after my two hands don’t feel.

Pawns to Newcastle’s with bishops & knights in between them guarding the Kings of Queens
Harmful to your health, like smoking on your gums’ breath, inhaled divas on the play’s scenes
Charm sub atomics on being nucleic, molecular and the evolved form forced by lust and love
Extinction is the only option other than the Fit’s survival, mortality will come, below, above.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. MotherMonday, 9-2-2024 A.D. @ 911 AMPST

{ Copped a sneak & blasted this unedited blather out while jammin’ to:  @TrafficBand concert link @ https://youtu.be/N0tf8FIPZsw?si=60Ieg0MTyc5hfqn2 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ImHalfCrazy #HardToHandle #NeverLeaveYouCold #BringYouBackSomeGold AFTER I #StealYourDiamonds #MamaDoneToldMe #FlyingCars #ElonMusk #BillyJoel @GregAllman @CHICAGOtheBand @Springsteen #InTHEMood #JokerSattiva

PAIN GAIN, FEATHER’S FAT Ai

Blood in the scab form after it leaks into Space in Timing of all the chit
Keep the secret close to your vestments, in the bath or shower I sting it
Numbers I played in the game were always wrong, it’s no Bingo in here
You got legs and they’re runnin’ a 9 in the dash, completely lost in Fear.

Bleeding pure H2O without the rich iron from the Earth rock, clay may
Be formed into a shape that appears like nothing else in Alpha Centauri
Babies in prebirth like genies in bottles, magic spelled honey bumblebee
Shorted, a profitable enterprise once you get past aborted Christ & Tina.

Electrified by the Kool-Aid and it doesn’t hurt after circuits fry like pie
Eating and recycling the matter without regard for it’s leftover #BatScat fly
There’s no other man like me, you know it & I know it, anybody else flip off
Your signature's all I need for my social security; you know I swill Smirnoff.

Vodka shakin’ up my nerves, mind’s synapses fading into the background mud
Give it up, get it up, hurry up because I ain’t got forever, quit singing along bud
You could #STFU and it would be a gift from above & beyond all fire & smoke
Buds fired up for the next to the last time, in the finale, take a bow, bravo folk.

Height of your skull & bones, upright above or below 6 feet, Tom Thumb Thor
By the By, it’s so itchy when she sings the things she reads out the words’ core
Bent over like the east coast says to do, to get it, you got to have it or else, caput
Nothing you can do to amend common law, regulate yourself, STFU & stay put.

Nested birds jump out, fly away & repeat redundancy ad infinitum, a blessing
From a savior, a Buddha or Siddhartha in blue skin or just a pinch of candy I sing
I wanna blow me away in a whirlwind tornado, just fly around out of control too
Blast off into who-de-do, rollin’ over with Beethoven, rockin’ rhythm & blues.

It’s artificially intelligent bee's wax, man-made creation from a Time machine
Robots rule the roost all just because a deficiency of humanity was the end sign
Free will has nothing to do with it, all matter's expansion & implosion, that’s all
Nothing more nor less than holy truth & nothing but the truth, so help me Ala.

Pain & suffering are over last gasp, don’t worry about hurting forever, it’s moot
I remember every September from 1956 to 2024 & you know that’s a quite a hot hoot
Laughing & joking is not appreciated when it’s inappropriate but that’s hilarious
It ain’t the 3rd but it is the 1st of September, I need a 5th, Fall leaves it nefarious.

Begin after the summertime blues-filled, cloudy skies above & below wharves
Coast to coast & border to border, all encompassed within a cell’s holy up-burps
Remember unrecollected thoughts you never had, before your conception’s tiffs
Open eyes, opened mind but unopened mouth, in fact, keep it shut for the stiffs.

Mind set, distance is a parsec away from me now, probably be dyin’ to get all in
The kitty has my opening bet, got aces over queens full boat, full house, I Win
Go ahead & bluff with your 4 jacks, wild card to boot, got a one eyed jacks tip
Tickle your arse with a feather? Maybe fizzle with this burned out weather flip.

Down Fall, Winter, Spring & Summer adieu, as far as living bugs & thugs know
This life on the planet is all there is, no angels or devils hangin’ above or below
Searched for a rainbow after rain came down, it was a photon illusion of magic
Ultraviolet purple to fuscia blue to green to yellow-orange, crimson red plastic.

Words meant to mean a meaning hidden in spelling & grammatical manipulation
From disappearing H2O appearing to be sea to shining sea, a water dissolution
Land mass of sandman's blow by roving big bangs of the universe, sound asleep
Come on male, come female, A-Train come back from a final RIP, a low peep.

Broken in glove, my mit, pocket to catch the hardest balls, big, hard as a rock
Whipped & crushed into thin leather keepin' IT warm on frozen nights on block
Time is the mental illusion of passing Present into Past, leaking Time out & in
Beans began life Underground, seeds grown to recycle dead idiots’ DNA spin.

Once you see the light, after the blindness subsides, won’t be able to cop peace
Cream on top with my sugar please, I can’t handle burnt coffee bean, so cease
Do not pass go & don't collect 200 dollars, that’s for the wild & the innocent
Shuffled on the boardwalk off of E Street or Mississippi Avenue, what God sent.

You know it was nice & nothing that I could ever afford during this incarnation
Light as a feather in weight, light transparent film in size, celluloid hypertension
All I have is all you want, all you’ll get, opened gate to a repository of a Datum
It is & will always be an occult secret one devil knows, Satan’s God damn-dumb.

Try this one on for size, an extra small & a XXX regardless of form, fits so well
You may find nothing at bottom of a barrel once you drunk all the wine, ah hell
Who cares? Nobody. You or anyone else you care about, come on baby, let’s roll
On to a destination 'fore the next one, mid-ocean or high mountaintop my goal.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, September 1st MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{Drafted gem while jammin’ to #September by @EarthWindAndFire on youTube link @ https://t.co/zkK1lTTSru}
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W.W.A.R.D.?