How Real Is This Truth? Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

How Real Is This Truth?



Each season lies;
each has deceptive reasoning
while in full of pride, each
accepts our please of them
what proves each as grand
or chill, or drab, or dreary
veils an unseen reality
that totally; if self-known
will blow the mind sky high
or plant it six feet under
drown it in sheets of
driving rains or have it torn
asunder from those wickedly
fierce hail storm winds
and our conceptions of what is
good or bad of either or
minutieuse, to all of life's
limbo' insanely calm demeanors
is irrelevant to this age
and day, and our time…
all living things are
intertwined and made to match
and mate and procreate and
thrive upon only this planet
count on this, the science is
conclusive; humans cannot exist
outside of this here limited
and relatively small "sandbox"
Does your arm ache from
that chicken pox vaccination?
oh! That was a Freudian slop
if there ever was one!
Encased in Ice, the "SNOWBALLING" Earth effect
now snowballing has other implications;
let US not be confused
as one is used in the latter
so to the former will be abused
as in batters up and we six will all be
swinging away on a universal level
Levelling the playing fields, so to speak; hitting
the fly shit right out of its preppies
and yuppies, and puppies, guppies
hippies, and all the other ies!
and there will be no called strikes, Earth is
sitting there like that ball at "T" TIME!
Now, after we have our fill of this calamity…
our old Da, will switch games
and bring out his "Big Bertha", and git
his huge swinging drives in all day long!
Finally, our Mother, patron of
this little garden planet; well she
will simply lift up her skirt and squat
down over the piles of rubble left from
this debacle and piss all over the remaining
essences of both earth and humanity
and her piss, is all of that! A toxic concoction
totally dissolving and absolutely cleansing
shower of power… priss power
speed peed out at light speed!
Indeed, when we finish
with this deed… the universe
will forget in that forgotten human heart
beat that you sick and sin filled monkeys
ever existed at all!
And the icy dark of that part
of your solar system will become
clear again, transparent to all
waves of thoughts of our clan
and in this life force that gained
unto itself decease; will never again exist
some experiments just must be, burned
out of the minds of our children
discarded as chaff of the queef harvest
that is to be completed, by US! In the aftermath
Because that was all that was left of humanity…
a tiny cloud of vaginal gasses! ! !

Saturday, December 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous
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