An Elite School Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

An Elite School



"How do you make a tuna fish"?
Make it; through a ten thousand
dollar bet, rewrite the entire Webster's
character for character! Mark; what Daniel
wrote about Phonetics, or maybe it was Phoenician
that trade language, kinda sorta like Aramaic! In any
misconducting's; there is, a disconnect protecting
piracy or is that privacy, or maybe prophecy; to
any other certifiable degree of either incline
or leaning "Towers in Italy", an allegation's
infamy is to be announced; perhaps this
weak speak, was fired in the auspices of
whatever, (I simply love this term!)
Close encounters decades ago; revelations
countered by pockets stuffed with Pillsbury
Berry's, or Marlboro, Massachusetts gold; not
from Havana! What proves insular in any angles
throw? Privilege, status, the Cartel Cast-Away of old?

Sunday, May 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fishing
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