'WE' BE PRONOUNS MY AARDVARK, FOUR KNEES TAKEN GETTIN' HEAD
Words are up & down, all around the rosy ring of fired bums
Junkies too don't forget they can't buy, they steal 151 rums
For their empty bellies that the garbage in the minimall allows
Walkin' around from cemetery to your mother's highs & lows.
You won't know about anything at all the day after you expire
Last breath is your last relation with star power, red hot fire
At one with the many, the entire volume of the vacuum I am
Accident of a collision of random atoms in a matrix of Ispam.
Ignoramous of you & your mothers, you're killin' me, I'm lyin'
Truth is a matter of recalling the events past accurate upfin
#FinsUp means something more than you think, than you know
Here and now, be debriefed to allow the top secret leak cow.
Wally died, Beaver grieves, ma & pa got there ahead of Time
Where that is, if I told you, I'd have to annhilate this rhyme
Because you'd think you're so pretty & smart in virtual rooms
Yeah, you know like I know, underpass from wombs to tombs.
There in one place in Space & then in that future Time, I am
Unmoved mover that stopped the momentum of linear forces
Ahead of its time, it'll be forgotten before anyone knows it
Written or spoken, Aha, it's the burn of the gas, that is It!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, July XXVIth, MMXXII A.D. @ 1030 AMPST
{ Jacked this One out the mass of the conglomerate, atomic debris & listenin' to @TheFreakBrothers #RyansReeferFactory you'll immerse within @ https://youtu.be/9FSLv3V2RzI & @PeteDavidson #FreakBrothers @ https://youtu.be/hc30_Rwxffk }
In a New York Minute, a thrilling feeling came on stage
It ain't my fault at all that my conception occurred in rage
Father and mother were made at one another, I'm the End
Of the argument to have or not have the holy sex to mend.
Hell and heaven were moved to get to the meeting of Force
I needed both to arrive and use the trivial pursuits to pass
In and out of Time & Space that you're in and out of Mass
Energy is a prescription to die and leave a pretty old corpse.
On or off, in or out, above or below, one & the same, we're in
Never in a million years or even ten minutes can you guess it
Truth, Justice, the American Way of super men & women ilk
Just 'cause they believed they're so pretty, drank the milk.
Far from the beginning of moving from being at eternal moral Sin
Corruption is the orgasm of a wet dream you get #Woke in
It's a sticky situation from the first time to the last Jack
Not our fault that it's all the cream of the dream, a Fact.
Here & so far so good, it will remain here, my life & my wife
Per chance do you know the inside of your skull very well, life
If it ain't workin' at peak performance, you're goin' extinct
It's inside of our DNA code, not our will to survive unkinked.
Talking heads singing the lyrics to the way of the symbols
In or out of your mind & into your wives' pants, horde holes
Out of those dresses and into those hot pants & slim jeans
All the money-makers gettin' bum-rushed a Wild West scene.
Cowboys y'all killin' me in dusty streets check with a rook
Up from the livery stable down by a mating hotel & saloon
Where all the ladies who got born & raised Eastern hook
Simple or complex as the words always are in deduction ice.
Following the premises clearing the way for the induction L
Loser as y'all gotta be, it's a genetic anomoly, can't stand T
Smokes from ashtrays and our fathers' mouths, swear to G
As it happens as always, it ain't my fault, never was me, C?
Recollect the reason for your being here and now, middle way
Can't turn back 'cause the rear's disappeared all in One day
Outlaws are good guys and the bad guys are our Ma & Pa
Who know life would bring a Wild, Wild West in a Lady GaGa.
Busted bum-rush got no tryst in mind & no money to blow
In a bunch or on credit for the plastic smell of the Master
Perfection can be the One & the Only way to be, so I am
Hard to get next to, I am as hot as a pistol, six-gun slam.
Amend this on your seconded emotion, pinned the medal hard
On the chest, over the heart where you sent yourself, bard
Writing the rhyme and the prose as if it means more or less
Even steven, blown, sucked, smashed, contracted, so confess.
Monkeys gave you the monkey meat to eat, to move it on
Through the system, can't handle the heat, get off the sun
Hearts are all in or all out, gonna draw or die holstered, son
You know you're mad at me, want to bleed on my .44 gun.
Went out runnin' & ended up walkin' on the center, my son
In between the songs and dreams of the moms' pop's bone
Who ain't here any longer, just like we'll all be someday soon
In a bag, a box, an urn of silver, ASH in the ocean, stream Stone.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, July XXVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Kicked the jam out while listenin' to @ZZTop #TubeSteakBoogie link @ https://youtu.be/eCUCSqcSnac & @PRINCE live #kiss @PaisleyPark link @ https://youtu.be/CkrT9u7ms1c }
