Be'fix The Clocks  (Fire Up No Rocks!)

 



pastrami in heaven, & a
          heavenly poot-a-skoot
               down the dreary bottom,
                   up to the heights of celestiality.....
mind you, if you mind the word,
        ill fame will suppose you for the
                             rest of (remainder of)
                                      yOur
multi-national life-times, all the while
      ribbering gibberish worse than
than that Speaking-in-Tongues lingual shit
                    they try to pass=off as Jesus shit,
when all the time it was the true peeterings
               of (St.)Peter          that blasted on the earth,
wit JC "over there" muttering of His many  "true believers",
                               all the time giving
                                         due
to the "believable liars"segment of His campaign,

and
            the big Dominus looks on (&) looks  most
benignly, as wit the patience of a saint,  (as the
           boys all sharpen their axes for the melee to come)

Back in the Day there was no problem of the timely accuracy of time,
         since there was neither accuracy nor time to be cognizant of.

It was there left to the rigititized rail
                                                          road(s)              to Fix all the neighborhood
                                                                                     clocks,
regardless of whether or not said clocks (as mentioned) needed any
                                                         Fix
                                                       at all


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