A&w: The Last Whiled Asp Whole Man Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

A creator must have a creation
more wide, than any high-station
at these edges; in-between waters
and the sweetest honeyed dates.
Über Alles is the current of the
greatest river running through
shist; who believes in this?
Then should this be a belief
that is worthy of our trust
and is from a source of all that
love? Boy, do I have some
goods that I can surely
sell you! Like this
saying: Current, is a term; that
implies flow of some substance, and
substance, is necessary, for subsistence
for any security force personnel source, or
things given to enforce that life force. An
Air Force of one? Operating many stinging
machines capable of sending direct currents
from under spiked arms spits, straight down
to your final place? Sound like a winner?
You got any? Sinner! The time to stand
on that "bridge over troubling waters"
is gone! Any empty vessel, can carry
currency; until it has a full load in it!
And, as that sent directly at you; stinging
thingy hits you on the bridge of that vessel
just below those connected aye brows that
remind everyone; you are, related to your
Neanderthal kin! Monkey men! Do you
read me from that stool in your asp
wholes man? Welcome again; to
the front lines, of the real world
you last whiled asp whole man!