PAY BACK YOUR
LOAN OR DEFAULT ON GODS’ GOLD
Around in one circle or multiverse infinite circles, either way, it’s going to be the only thing you can do Bring your books to school as if you’re interested in the holy words you will be putting blind faith into
Truth be told under your breath so that nobody knows you know what it is, let ‘em all delete the logs
Of recorded data from the first to the last day of Earth’s creation post-Bigbang into swamps and bogs.
Highlights of all human beings higher than kites fly, due to kid's Kool-Aid drunk by abandoned creations
Baby boys and girls evolve into men and women, the species is responsible for the entire shebang’s sins
Good, Evil, Ugly or the Beautiful, contribute to the genome’s essence, it’s form is recombined at random
Mixed by sheer chance, met one another by accident, mind melded & married for 70 years of freedom.
Falling up and rising to the down below, no logic, no reason, no way to follow the emptiness of a Void
It’s a construct of abstraction from the shapes of matter right in front of all of our faces, it’s no racism
Is it all too human just as other species follow the same suit, hearts, spades, red or black of the system
Royal flushes of diamonds and clubs spread out to win the kitty, the pot, the whole shebang’s cuboid.
On the honor & glory showered upon the ones who die fighting for the freedom to live without kings
Overhead at night, nothing but a void & atmospheric twinkling, there’s no slinging wings of queens
Out of the back door, there’s nothing but the Green River flowing a steady current night & day go-by
Signs with hands and lips moving with expressions of what hides inside our heads, God told this lie.
Not God’s fault, it’s the nature of the maker of the beasts, lying is just the Truth in reverse, it’s all good
Even if it’s untrue or false, statements of subjects, verbs, predicates & objects are all there is the Empty
Void of all atoms, not even one quark between one twilight zone and another, fools laugh, I laugh, fool
Blowout of the system is hypothetical yet, if you die, if we all die, it’s like it was before conceptual rule.
You wake up, hunt, fish, cook, find someone to love & then you go back to sleep, what else can you do?
For the sake of the Homo Sapiens species, I laugh & cry, I see, listen & feel the love, I tasted Cov19 flu
Ennui took over deep consciousness & failed to reboot the system, lost interest, lost wages, it’s radio free
Catching waves off of the Pacific Palisades or Catalina beaches, I’m hangin’ ten for the sake of my liberty.
When will the Trojan Horse stop it’s entry into the consciousness? Nobody but a chimera & holy ghost
To be or not to be the parents of new children who haven’t been conceived, that’s the question of most
If newborn children don’t get what they deserve, which is a perfect governing body of this holy bubble
Then the old, ancient survivors who made it through blood, sweat & tears will inherit the dirty rubble.
Outside the building, it’s completely dark like Outerspace when you get out of Earth’s stratosphere
Building with stones, bricks, straw, sticks and the mud give a temporary reprieve from natural care
Being in constant defense mode from the predators that will kill & eat you & I, just the good meat
Given the following, nothing will matter in a hundred years, just keep movin’ your flatfooted feet.
On nobody’s road but my own, I saw a crossroad & I took the left fork, right fork was a dead=ender
Fiddlesticks needed to bang on the drums & pick guitar strums, don’t fret, bass player troublemaker
Daughters and sons are locked up together in the same bedrooms, no reason for sleeping him/her
Not married and not related to one another, a gaggle of paupers’ children, hippy long hair carpenter.
Boots on the ground, toes spit shined, laces crossed for combat, here come the frostbitten big toes
Marginal or substantial, either way when it’s over it’s over, there’s no reprieve, no replay of the foes
Win or lose, it’s a game with rules that are made to be broken by the cool cats & the dirty dogs of Ga
Divine & all too human at one & the same time, like a dream within a dream, a tale of Poe & my papa.
Wrote it down before I forgot but I forgot where I wrote it, could have been tryin’ to start an idiot fad
Monkeys & other apes are capable of the same, reading & writing of conceptual analyses, good or bad
Break something else, it’s too calm in the room, bring on a new conundrum for the pity party to brood
In the mud, blood & cold beer exists the woes of humanity, this temporary lapse of reason’s bad mood.
Rising out of the thick ooze comes just one DNA cell, left over from the Big Bang, the rocks all rolled
Split the nucleus and then smashed it back into itself causing an explosion to split Earth’s leftover ash
Without the H2O on the planet, this rock is just a jagged fragment of a blown material world’s cache
Now, never before now, ever, now then, breathe in, breathe out, it’s the #Payback of God’s fool’s gold.
Behold the high place is above the low place except when it’s upside down, reversed is true as I fall
I don’t want a thing, I don’t know like you know what some woman has conjured up for a spell brew
Yet, I drink ‘til I’m drunk & as I pass out from being too #Woke, hit my head & lost my marbles, a few
Leftover supper & a few cat’s eyes to lose, I got in the game & lost it all, I’m out, I’m in, I am the ball!
Hurry to the end, I’m getting’ chilly and my spine is tellin’ the truth, #CoverItUp or you’ll lose the hit
Paying sweet change to buy the motherlode, got a contract to collect upon my death, it’s sweet S#it
So, taxpayers paid for your bachelor’s & master’s degrees, but I personally paid for your PhD’s hair
Not as easy as it looks, crackin’ books, crammin’ for midterms and finals, sleepin’ in the library chair.
Afterall, it is all about the benjamins, no more nor less than that, on the other hand, it may be a ruse
From high above our station, above our pay grade, beyond the comprehension of men in gym shoes
Not important for you to copy the notions with your own twist, rather imagine your own, all bull-she
Anyway you look at it, any angle from any room in any house on any continent, mountaintop to sea.
Pain morphs into suffering after it’s no longer an issue, just a memory of the feeling in reality’s fake
Like it’s happening again when it’s no longer an issue since it’s a ghost tale for a shovel and a rake
Orphans have babies & pretend that the ancestors are known, yet they’re unknown, faceless smoke
A photograph or portrait of the form of the shape of the being, known as ma, pa, brother or sis folk.
Better to breathe in and out than to cease breath altogether, it’s a life ace in the hole, hold it & die
Not that anyone desires death but we’ve all gotta go someday, some sooner and some later to fly
Up and away from this plane’s flat, gravitational pull on our souls, whatever is inside, will get out
Like that, snap of a finger & ouila! Fait Complet & there’s nothing more to say, I Twist & I Shout!
