@JELLY ROLLIN'
GONE nUTS IN THE PROSHOP
Keeping your fins up is important to the reflection above & below this here
All I know is all I’ve been able to glean from the mamas & papas who were
Here before I got here, they left the record of the reason for being in waste
Of a dream’s reality which is a divinity scam, y’all must be woken, namaste.
Between your ears is an idiotic sammich, know what I mean, don’t play idiot
Even if you do or don’t, we’re still the son & daughter of a damned, silly fool
Not your fault, take no responsibility for your actions, it’s not your fault, man
It’s the obligation of the creator to be responsible for the creation formation.
One can’t wash it’s hands of the obligation to protect & defend a critical mass
Five toes in a dog’s stomach while eating a bowl of Panda’s expression to pass
In & out of the mouth, that’s what it’s all about on this trip, a place to git scat
Matter needs to roll through the system, ingest, excrete the rest where I shat.
Not only are we all 208 bones of form begun from microscopic matter sparks
Mitotic divide requires no sex reproduction, asexual avoids adverse reactions
On following rules and regulations for an ignorant mass cell, it ain’t my lovers
One way to a dead-end street, where you played between sewer hole covers.
Mind’s essence evolved out of the random collisions of atomic banana splits
No turning off of the road, it’s a trip you are on without free will, follow me
Your choices are logical and symmetric with noting but the Truth, God spits
At you, at all of us who breathe air & breed the genome between legs’ brie.
Hot or cold metal and gas smoke, to be or not to be for a while in no heaven
We’re never going to leave Earth, you will be buried in the ash & dusted Zen
Babies both male & female grow to disseminate their RNA germination saga
Animation cartoon called reality is what it takes to feel good, bad & ugly GA.
Obligation to caretake your caged beings in the open cage zoo you’ve doomed
To fail or succeed means nothing to mortals, in the open Ends survival zoomed
Before ready, before you knew it, Time & Space dropped a dime on Robert E Lee
On moms, dads, eggs, sperm & the help of celibacy in those good, bad & Fugly.
Blood flowing without open air, a purple-blue bleeding is deep red, vampirease
Cut deep, cut off, thin slice of 3.14 between your lips, no need to chew please
Just swallow it whole without a doubt, you’ll choke to death without a Heinrich
Rocks rolling, never up, Ma Earth down to graves where ashes lie with a Bitch.
Oh, Mother Earth, mother of these orphans without a father, nobody above us
Hey to the fools who evolved from the foals, racehorse from Kentucky obvious
Mines go deep underground, a dark hole at random order of dirty star dust ilk
Not ready to die? You will anyway, get ready and here I come, I be grim reaper.
Beans boiled, eaten, ingested, defecated into the filthy mud’s old man & the sea
Bubonic plague ahead & behind us all, we’re all one virus, one bacterium, you & I
Fortune guides the chit in the groove, you know it & I know it, the Kid Rock knows
Why y’all alive? God knew but God’s dead, a Fred Nietzsche or Flintstone’s blows.
Bottoms up when Life’s goin’ down, it’s success of the lucky ones that triggers God
They received & abused Grace for the Good, Evil & Beautiful or Ugly, as a milk-dud
Pricks sticking into your mother for you to begin your journey from there to here
Helping nobody means helping yourself since you match the description of Fear.
Afraid of this & that which are all imaginary scenarios of THE might be true or not
If it is true, nothing you can do, if it’s false, you may refute with a rational axe riff
Hate and Love are the words for the action of nurture and torture of the herd lot
Dominant leaders move the mass to the end of Earth, push & off of The Ends’ cliff.
A’s & B’s move to C’s & on to the Z’s, all of the Time in Space on top of the world
There is dead air where once there was a Live voice vibration of sound I ‘hurled’
Not a star since I’m a subatomic stream of nonsense originating outside a pie hole
Nobody but me, myself & I are all concerned about Truth about lies, ½ of a whole.
Liberty to act obeying regulations in the form of laws & theorems of super algebra
Calculus and Trigonometry in the mix, I am the Science professor product of a BA
Given to the immovable unmoved mover as a tribute to the invisible power below
Us & them just fooling ourselves into believing we’re immortal in soul’s downflow.
I don’t hate to tell you since you would have never known, this life is It, all there is
When a corpse gets burnt or buries itself through pall bearing shoulders, brothers
With a glimpse of the facts of life that your father never told you, get shellshocked
Knowledge of the wisdom is invaluable to saints & sinners, One split, flocked. (sic)
Buying nothing since you cannot afford anything, just whistle Dixie if you recall it
A tune you play chords and backbeats to, all that’s left of the dead heroes of chit
What came & became the ones without whom we would not occupy this Space
Could be you don’t know but, one nuclear bomb could ruin your whole day, Ace!
If you face downwind, the mighty blow slaps your back, it moves your 100 pounds
Off the mark, you’re offsides but you don’t observe the rules of pitcher’s mounds
Data processed and once finished, you’re in a pickle Mister, it’s a gasp away today
From where you’ve been to where you’re goin’, just a kiss away, just a shout away.
4 score & seven, square in a face of a millennian god, too far from moonshine, pal
At one, an ahistorical @Grok reaction to know, nobody gets outta here alive, et al
Arguments both pro & con are definitive, dead humans say nothing with no body
As I said, as you know, life is but a dream, wake the phu-qup, excuse my French T.
I am what I am, it’s what everything is, pole to pole, coast to coast, trippin’ on LSD
Hadn’t taken a dose, all naturally a contact high with the wasted hippies on Haight
Dropped out of high school in ’69 just because Viet Nam called me by name, yo GI
For y’all it’s been done, dead ancestors gifted y’all, enjoy the gifted Life’s too short.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, April XIVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
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