Wisdom Is A Better Suggestion Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Finally; the secret is outed
a prose submitted, to post
with no grammar or spelling
errors… who did you hire to 'vet'
your smack; a Hazmat team, some old
jokers! Monkey men choking their geese
together in the backrooms! Brides and Grooms
How unfortunate; the sons, of many ordinary beasts.
'One daze the sun, like always before the time of humans
hung around all 24 / 7's burning up his beloved earth…'
Sounds like a 'winer' of a good time to me! 'Heat and
light, the short high cut on ecstasy, only one little tab
of life; without the pain and suffering and hardships
of those lost; to my love…' Relationships, are life
without footnotes. References of a togetherness
that never was together, like being neither one
or, another; as in 'Neither Black nor White'.
IAM too powerful for the average wile band
of less so, mess -o- 'errant aryans' grunting of
the past daze when Purple Cone Heads Ruled.
'Dust in the Wind', that was a nasty passed gas
of a blend… over rover, and I will plough you a
really neo-conned asp whole thoroughly through
to your pie whole and you will gargle with the ugly
gargoyles in Paris! Hump Back whales are my kin also.
They are tired of getting all of the world's garbage tossed
on their calves! Read me; asp wholes? The person, most
back to you; is me! You are all slick talkers with no
'stride that counts'! You, and yours, are so dumbed down by
your human pride, that you cannot stride and think
at the same time! That rules out you being able
to chew bubble gum or burn oz's of Lebanese
blond on the 'Green Line' in 79' with 'J.C.'
and little ole me! Names and fames aside
in the minds of the world, all who are of
knowledge and wisdom; know who IAM.
Playing with the Wahhabis' in Al Hasa, when
the 'Challenger'; met the sound barrier that the
surface of the sea does so seem to be! Where are the
lost in the seas Liners? You 'gumbies' have no tools and
are such fools, you cannot 'see, the forests, for the trees'.
Name; the seven dwarfs do please! And not those murdering
sisters! Knowledge and desire came together, and the heaven
drained! What did it drain? The heavens! Dumb asps! If the
heavens ever do drain, you and every body on this speck of
space dust sized nothing of a garden of eden any more; will
become sky pilots! Without suits or wraps or hats or berets.
And only one breath to keep you from crying out to me! Then
as you each, rocket off of this instantly vacuumed karmic vomit
you will explode; into a gazillion atoms of queef smoke! What
a joke and the universe will bust a gut laughing; just like me.
'A little secret of mine, suffer the pain required; to come to
my house…'! Who is the leader of US all? 'Mickey Mousai'
Check out the digs in the P.R.! Peon, or pissed on; which would
you each rather wii? Like a suckling pig with its skin flamed or
a dumb as sin box of pubic hair? Come on now! Make a decision.
Do not, be so decisive in; you're questioning and answering of all
those inquisitions and crusades and conquistador ways of teaching
spanglish, to the vanquished! Making, the children to speak, a
dirty lingo by burning their parents at the stake! You phuucking
Jesuits! You are still at this rape and pillage of the world
village! And why the hell not! The villagers are so insipidly
stupid! Forgetting the language of their tribes and nations for
the privilege of speaking a lingo for only one purpose; for the
purpose of making money making easier! Sinners all! Making money
making easier! Are you all officers in the Federal Reserve
Banking System? No you are certainly not! Because you are not
allowed to make money from air! And the ownership of the Federal
Reserve Banking System can do just that! The ownership group paid
the congress of the united states to help them enslave the entire
human species for the present andthe foreseeable future… and you
all know this! You lowly weak and decrepit barely above secondary
primates! Monkeys; what are you all, as a mass of humanity going
to do about this! Oh! You are going, to go over and stand, on
one leg in corner; pissing your pants! I so surely digress.
Again! I know how to rise, how to break bread, how to open your
eyes; and I know how to fly fish! I can play go fish, I can
hammer gopher, I sometimes wear loafers, I eat puffer fish in Edo!
What the phuuck do any of you monkeys do; besides crank on my
organ handle! I know, how to rise up and face the morning sun
and thank the universe that this here experiment is nearly done
and I can, be over it; in a New York Minute! Taking it all in
stride, walking down; the golf course pathway with Samuel Clemens!
He was a man's man! Poker games and CanCan dancers! Hint: this
a reference to the parlour games; he was so fond of! Yea, he
really loved, too get his rocks tossed by the ladies! And the
fairies wearing boots over the past one hundred years or more in
the educational sector do not wish to share this information with
you and your children! Go figure! Those authorities are indeed
hearth placed faggots! Of the worse kind! Well folks, it has
been such the joke! And, you each have played it so lame! After
all of the sacrifices made all of the human beings fried, gassed
broasted, fileted, with throats slit and brains blown out the
backs of their heads! Answer me this simple question please…
What is a loving father to do about the wicked natures, of all
of his children, in this one little house; in the universe?
Holler back at me if you have a better suggestion!