Those Ones No One Likes Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Bombastic
more than a
diminutive spastic
spewing prose supposed
of propositions and innuendos
filled… with crashing crescendos!
I, ain't talking about no trouser snake
rising! WTF! This is some snide and serious
diatribe IAM spouting out the old backside here!
And IAM doing so from that ninth whole turn!
Up close, and personal; just shy of the club
house verandah! Ya'll know what I mean?
Let me rustle up a bunch of Mondays…
those ones no one likes!