"And Die" Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

I
do so
propose
a high degree
of difficulty be laid
at the feet of the totality
of humanity. What say you
Hannity? Trump? Pence? Anyone?
Katz or ratz or batz got your tongues?
Phuuck! Phuucking idiots! Nothing in your
heartless lacking soul mud husks anyways!
Let me call out some ‘familiar others' names!
Hey… "Morning Star"… What is the Haps?
Still cannot find your halo? Lost it that
first daze ousted? Dude! That was a
forever ago! Hows it going Brother?
What's it like herding a crowd of the
donkey/monkey/asp thingys? Hanging?
Yea… I sense you are a bit more than tense!
In Tents? Franken-sens? That's a new strain!
How is that new strain designed? At the molecular
levels? Designer weed-n-things? Designer-seeds-n-things
Designer DNA-n-things… Any of you ‘designed husks'
out there thinking about designed things when
you are thinking about this designed covid
kinda, sorta, maybe… thingy? No? to
much strange and scary to think
about as you breathe and drink
and eat and piss and shite
and die?