The Appraiser Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

The Appraiser



"The girls all crazy bout' a sharp dressed man"…

Is that all it takes; to shape a Human
Females Desires? $1,500 boots, silk suit
shirt, and tie and that flashy wristlet those
"hustlers'" wear most every time…? ‘They'
conduct ‘their' business. Oh! My! Oh my!
How very limited and shallow are the
feminine ilk voting for that
‘kitty grabber' giving ‘their'
"sister" the jilt? ? ?
What does this tell you
of, or when combining these
two words together in a short
sentence, or; better yet, let us not
set this point up like this… by giving
all the girls the dis! Say 99.99% are guilty
all over and around and in this Earth…
Okay, a bit dramatic outlining the truths
we all know on this subject, on this one point
in this moment…"The Appraiser", can sure raise
the hairs on one's neck and there is an appraiser
representing each sector of living's benefits.
Question: Do each of you understand this
shite? Do any of you comprehend this
wright? Any one having a hell of a fright?
That last one is surely a bit of comic relief.
It is almost Halloween folks… Relax take the joke!
So, this Appraiser, sharp dressed, articulate
commanding; and above all else
is kind spoken.
Sounds, like a pretty fine package
ladies; or not! Given a choice…
Do you want this, or that guy… at that gate?
This or that guy… as your appraiser?
Or, would you prefer "little ole me"?
or maybe that, ‘NEO' me kinda guy…
‘two eyes blind'; and still I yet see. You! Boo!
HAPPY ALL HALLOWS EVE! ! !
Okay then… Whether the ‘Great Pumpkin'
‘Steamed Dim Sum', ‘Sticky Rice', "Italian Ice"
or ‘Rice Crispy treats'; You and any and all
of ‘yours' ain't the nearest match too ‘lil-o-me'!
You, are all like, ‘little-bee-peeps'! ! !
That ‘Ladd' dressed in girls' clothing; fear
filled and loathing any contact with me! ! !
Me, both awesome and terrifying; perfectly
enlightening, turning your insides outside and
exposing your true gear; squeezing your tear
ducts, causing you ‘that luck'- - at times both
good and or bad luck, watching all those
siren blaring fire trucks running amok
chasing those whose last look… was
into, my twinkling eyes… What! The! Phuuck!
That is all that it takes folks! Remember your
Father giving you his eye? Just before he gave
You, that fist of reckoning? The world's societal
norms are bent too far away from that bit of
‘fatherly love'! And this ‘Appraiser', has
just the answer… to each of the ills
that make you wander away from
the wonderment of both
‘HEAVEN AND SKY'
So, what else is news
to this one's all seeing eyes?
Nothing, Nada, Zilch, & Goose Eggs
Snake Bites and Eyes; shallow, hollow
flaccid, weak… little children one and all
reaching for eight billion in numbers; if
you believe the ‘stats'; that ‘they' spit
out at you… And, ‘that number' of
barely above monkey' (genetically)
(as you are told)can yet fit into the land
mass of the State of Texas! Question is what
is to be done, about that human species feces
that must be collected and processed and
packaged and pumped off world?
Really Heavy Infrastructure Projects
Please Mr. President! ! ! Yea Donald!
Open up the fiscal flood gates of all that
‘THIEVED AWAY CASH'
ALL THOSE ‘PILFERED' TAX DOLLARS!
ALL THOSE ‘SUPER MAX' DOLLARS!
ALL THE ‘SUPER PAC' DOLLARS
and you Donald John Trump
with your measly few billions
of stashed away bills… and put
all of your country men and women
put each and every one of them… back
to the business of good works projects! ! !
Guess what though? These are to be
‘NATIONAL PROJECTS'
-0- PROFIT PROJECTS
YOU READ ME!
No contractor will be allowed
any profit taking!
no vendor, no provider, no
engineering firm… no business
what-so-ever; associated with
any part of any project!
NO PROFIT!
NO PROFIT!
NO PROFIT!
Where land is needed- - "imminent domains"
Will be made, will be used, will be automatic!
No courts, no lawyers, no time wasted! ! !
All necessary materials, implements
provisions; any and all physically
mandated project needs are to
be provided, manufactured, shipped
stored, disbursed… at a cost to be strictly
estimated and completely confirmed and
made public immediately… ‘AT COST'!
in an honestly negotiated hard money contract!
There will be no extras padding the provisions
within any part of any of these projects!
‘NO PORK', NO BULL STOOL!
NO FOOLS ON THAT HILL
MESSING WITH THE WORKS!
- -Mr. President- -Donald J. Trump- -
DO YOU READ ME?
Git busy Pardoner! Partner! Puppet!
You, do not have much time to ‘bluff' and ‘bluster' up; your
‘PRESIDENTIAL LEGACY'- - Git Busy Mr. President!
Don't pussy grab this! Don't dis this! Don't twist this! ! ! ! ! ! !

THE APPRAISER

Monday, November 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fulfilment,futuristic,political,politics,truth
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