BIGGER THAN YOU THOUGHT
Here and now on the ground of Earth in the all too human year 2024 A.D.
Where conceived and born to run like a backstreet, tiny, little sister creed
Appearance of forms of matter, so completes the first act, it’s Intercoursed
Makin’ the panties drop just bein’ in the same neighborhood of it, kid rocked.
Wrecked father’s creation once or twice, occurred when my guard dropped
It wasn’t far from a grasp of my two hands to a higher ground of a .44 popped
Hit the spot every time, danger lurks dawn to dusk & sunset to sunrise swing
If you don’t expire by accident you’ll still fail to be conscious once upon a time.
Stapled my stomach and regurgitated everything I always have an appetite for
My mistake that I thought it would help me control my addiction to sweet & sour
Had the staple removed & now I’ve lost my appetite for everything, I got no taste
I can’t smell either, lucky I can still hear & see the separate reality, spunky waste.
Really have too many rules to observe hence, penalties will be a perfunctory dish
You won’t have to worry about betting 'cause nobody beats the house on the odds
See what you want when you win or lose, bottom line you’ll either owe or hit a score
Drift away & you’ll see what I mean when your uncle throws you into a lake of fish.
With the heavy load of being a chip off of the old block, my mom & dad laid the path
For the Way in the middle between the Good & the Evil, all straight ahead of death
Nothing you can do about it other than be aware & be wary of a thing itself & forms
Psycho-Social disadvantage for the aliens from another planet, as we're the worms.
Deduce the conclusion from the veracity of the premises assumed, it’s not irrational
In fact, the facts of life are the One & the Many who relate to empty space nationals
We called them “aliens” from other planets & they sued all united states of minds
Inside looking outside at the random causes that precede the final ending’s opines.
Beginning at the end & finishing up at the start of the game, it’s like, man, I’m #Sorry
But it’s the name of the game, you can’t make this scat up, it’s garbage afloat, see?
In the meantime, I play on a ground, it’s a playground, work in place, it’s a workplace
Equation has an infinite result if you begin prior to Big Bangs & fusion in yo' face.
Zero function of a void ‘tween atoms of hydrogen & its derivatives, nothing to see
Nothing to hear, smell or taste, not like a real thing if you know what I mean, baby
Gas is not liquid, gas ain't solid, It is all there is & IT gets frozen & hard without blues
Shining hot on dirt left over from one Big Bang, making H2O & Life & Death too.
I made some mistakes before you knew I wasn’t perfect like others, all too human
Got off of my knees whenever I found myself prostrate, grounded, crushed loving
Gave it away to many as I found needed it 'fore they even knew it was missing, King
Needs & random desires for the pleasure of simple-minded, naked apes of Rocking.
Force of a conglomeration of cells moving in Space hit a purple wall, bluish red goo
Appears seemingly out of nowhere but it’s the essence of matrix, like orgasm-screw
It ain’t my invention, didn’t create things rollin’ around here & now, I’m just a Temp
Clothes hangin’ out on the limbs, near the creek around 2 AM, skinny dipped, wooh!
Dreams end whether the dreamer is consciously aware or not, death's inevitable, so
You & everybody else might have forgotten, l remind you that Life's transitory blow
We go in & out of that egg, we’ve grown into this substance-form, ask for more too
Double Jello Shots o’ 151 rum made me love you more, whisp #OnIt, eyes love you.
Met out for dinner Friday eve & made her panties drop like they were lead, fine dine
Sweet talked 'til the chocolate covered cherry got naked to a 208 bone hurricane
One-Stop-Shop can’t complain since it’s infinite replenishment of cream of the crop
Wine, vodka, gin, whiskey, rye, hops & crops of Mary Gold, just a passenger, no cop.
Gridiron just a hundred yards of points to play a game of odds you score on demand
Passing, running & going coast to coast beyond a flag at a zero-yard line, win a grand
Whistle, buzzer-beater, blank-gun-powder gunshot at a bull’s eye, a 100 yards a lot
Couldn’t miss, sharp-shooter followed perfection, 1 to the head 2 to the heart shot.
Wheezing at a dance, sick as a dog but wanted to show affection for objection skin
Suddenly, impacted by whichever medicine kicked into my big toe to head, I’m in
Contact high, keep breathing in and out, don’t stop to go to sleep, it ain’t sleep at all
Dead before dying after fine dining with Kracker backers, holy scat in a glory hole.
Educated the fools from the historical record of dead fools, more fools ad infinitum
They don’t know that there can be no show on stage, hell’s down there, we get some
Higher than Earth’s stratosphere, astronauts found naught but a quiet empty hole
Black it is, only a star’s shine, the Void is what it is, soul on ice, we people, let’s roll!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, BLOVEMBER 7th, MMXXIV Anno Domini at 411 PMPST
{ Crafted in advance of the #Revolution, If there’s a hell below, we’re all gonna go, Don’t Worry now y’all… suck It up… link @ https://youtu.be/x1xmXOP3lhM }
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