Be Back Later Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Be Back Later



expressive
indecisive
repulsive
corrupt
abject
liars
"fried"
greeting
tomatoes?
Potatoes or
potatos … nor
notes, nada, scotch
waters, blotter or clear
light; far away, or near; never
or never land, Peter but no Pan?
This is Life?
Fife but no Drum?
Hard on but no home?
She, can stroke hers but
not yours? What da phuuck!
‘Momma got her squeeze box
but daddy sleeps outside at night'!
Spontaneous ignition, blithe recognition
thoughtful, only of self? Shelved, shuttered
eating jars of peanut butter? Whose nuts? Wat?
Closed due to covid! No gathering for religious ogres?
Many religious needs are spurious? Caused by centuries
of that there oppressive behaviours of national leaders
using religious endeavours to control or even to kill
crowds of citizens or individuals which moved
against the ‘grains' of said leadership; kinda
sorta, macabre but historically correct!
What exactly is your religious? Ions?
Prions? Unions? Bunions? Rotten Onions?
Orion? Apollo? Mary? The Lamb? Whatever!
Wishing over Wanting … Faux facts-n-fez' …
Pious Opportunists getting mad at Scientists
Scientists are too limp wristed to throw down
their invisible gauntlets and trash talk back at
that now dyed blond headed beast donut dump
acting presidential! What you had best look into
is what the boyz in the family are shoveling out
the ‘back footy' … read me? Boyz and ‘their genius'
‘white asp buddies' can funnel loads of stuff in and
out and in and out under covid's darkness! Phuuck!
Are the constituents of this President ever so Phuucked!
"Darkness, darkness, be my pillow,
Take my hand and let me sleep.
In the coolness of your shadow,
In the silence of your deep.
Darkness, darkness, has me yearning,
For things that cannot be.
Keep me my mind from constant turning,
Toward the things it cannot see,
Things it cannot see,
Things it cannot see.
Darkness, darkness, long and lonesome,
As the day brings the pain.
I have found the edge of stillness,
I live in the depth of fear.
Darkness, darkness, be my blanket,
Cover me with endless night,
Take away the pain that flows away,
Fill the emptiness with bright,
Emptiness with bright,
Emptiness with bright.
Darkness, darkness, be my pillow,
Take my hand and let me sleep.
In the coolness of your shadow,
In the silence of your deep.
Darkness, darkness, be my blanket,
Cover me with endless night,
Take away the pain that flows away,
Fill the emptiness with bright,
Emptiness with bright,
Emptiness with bright."
These lyrics ought to give some comfort
but not ‘Southern'! For that bunch …
Bright and Dark ain't the correct social
gathering formula! Yea! Georgia been on
everyone's minds! Lets seer some figures …
"Military officers have considerably higher levels
of educational attainment, on average, than
enlisted personnel and U.S. adults"
Whoa! Say, We got US a dilemma Thars Ranch!
There will be COVID-19 pandemic guidelines to follow
including:
Small meetings (up to 25 people)
Extreme sanitation with approved chemicals and increased
frequency... Controlling traffic to have separate entrance
and exits... Face masks for Cam-Plex and event promoter staff
Posting signs reminding people of safe social distancing
Asking anyone with symptoms not to enter Cam-Plex property
Limiting access to common touch areas like doorknobs and
restroom doors … Spreading out cuing lines … Keeping spectators
spread out and not gathering in groups of more than 25 people.
Regular announcements reminding everyone about social
distancing … Saddle and unsaddle outside.
That last on ought to be fun to observe from a distance!
"From a Distance, " every star looks better? It is the close
ups that are offering up those potential "covid moments"
what say each of you to non-masking in a growing crowd?
Trump's Catz versus "Freddie Catz" "Batz meat pies"
versus "Loosies on da Side"? What is inside you? In
Los Angeles County? Pretty much Covid! What are
the statistics? Look em up!
The ‘rights, ' the ‘lefts, ' the remainder! Centrists?
Or simply those disinterested? Many fools reside
in the americant.' Which fool are you? You fooled
tools! Phophy! Poofters! Poseurs! Standing on
Shoulders to shoulders, shuddering, shouting
Oh God Save Me from this invisible plague!
What The Phuuck!
All the wise men punished? What! Not only
in americant! All of tae baggins puddy grabber
followers are limp flowers in hiss tiny hands!
Yes, hiss wants to phuuck your daughters!
Especially the ones that look like his daughter!
Trump would jump a sea otter if he could swim!
Horny Old Billy Goat! What a minute! Is not that
the spitting image of … Satan! Damn! What the
gotcha! So, What is shown on the tele is just
a shaven and dressed up Billy? Did Jimmy's
brother come back? Have I missed a detail?
Whatever! ‘Truth' is just a substitute teacher!
And all ya'll have knowledge of substitutes!
Especially around those "Black Fridays"!
What is a sale for? What is a salesman for?
A sale is for offloading excess purchases!
A salesman is for selling you that lemon!
Once again you each been there and got done!
How was that there getting your money back thingy?
Not near as easy as giving it, was it! Do any of you
morons get any of the biggest picture yet?
Didn't I think not! Phuuck! Getting you
Peed on Nutz to wake the phuuck up
is a tough proposition! Let me go
downtown and practice on 'sum
corner hoe'! Be back later!

Be Back Later
Wednesday, May 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: adoption,decline,humorous,joke,laughing,recovery from,relationships,relief,religious
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All the story been told folks! Just read this over and over and over again... IAM going to the beach! Torrance Beach! Look this up! and join me there!
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