Bocus Noos Peer Yoo Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

(to all in your clan)

I, me, and
my entirety
in time to see
what, ' is next to
be, show moi my I.
Do Yoos, so will; and
have, the rights? Well?
True, you do not know I
origin me. True, you would
laugh out loud as others did.
But that; is a further story' tell!
However, ‘tell' me which forms do
you prefer? Or ‘bitters' still; show me!
Show meme as you see meme; hehehe!
Kinda, sorta, funny; maybe? Or knocks!
Again thorough, this is not the original
form of me; is it now? For you to show
me the original me, you must have an
older picture or more, of me in some
other place and some other time?
‘Show' and tell time my brother!
Here is a hint: "yesterday when
I was young; was told that they
Would not allow one like moi to
becomes President! Go figure! Me
leader of the ‘freed world'? Really
kinda, sorta, funny like elk; maybe?
Have you ever drowned, in a pool of
your, owned bloods? Did not think so!
Well I sure da shyte have! Gurgling all
those bubbles! Funny how they' cannot
get this; killing me thingy correctly done!
Say, where is I adolescence? Guess what?
I had none! Thanks to the Methodists… So
much, for all them ‘ists! ' You yet an ‘ist? '
If so, is your ‘ist' all that Schist? Moving
forward, and on-on! Run through any
hot, wet jungles lately? Me neither!
Not a lot of ‘jungle' remains! Only
da phat pools of water under the
tables… You got a piece of that?
Pretty smart of you if so! Again
I do so, digress'. I sense a bit of
good in you. Despite that raggedy
beard! How do I, look on me today?
I will keep it going until I finish playin
Santa Claus, for the umpteenth time!
Gotta use a sumo-suit this one out!
Hates to loose, the fighting weight
due to older aging of this flesh trap!
Ya, know what I means? So, I spreads
outs a Byte of fleshes? Who cares? It ain't
your flesh! "Christ scientists! " My asp whole!
Asked this; "where you from, " by that young
man, with the ‘Compton cap; ' answered me
this, "from my Father"! young man stood
back… old man me laughed! Easy! Read
me Yoos? Hanging, loose and freed me
from; the Nexus' nooses! Check this: in
my Blacks bag, I gots more bags; lots
of glad rags and hashed-tags. Years
go, collections gave and saves… My
multitudes of grandfathered knights
lining naves, not one hiding in caves.
brave men leave me to wake up and
sing my songs… you okay yoos? With
awe of this? How bout the est' of yoos?
U.k. festivus? At L.A.X.? Bring your strips!
and ancestor profs on a data stick, yes?
Read all of me closely and do whisper
the words in them to; all in your clan!