Having A Positive Thought About Every Future Tomorrow Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Tired
words of
hope for the
despairing population
of these United States!
Unless you are whitely
wound within tightly
the get riche quick system
of crony capitalism, which is
being operated by those unseen
neo-conning tonnes of blind mullets
corn-breed; fanatical fascist oligarchy!
What a pig-load of donkey/monkey/asp
************Malarkeys! ************
Watch this! IAM gonna star-sky, and hatch
this layered schist pile and separate the shite
the chaff the x-man's key the pompous assistant
the heil heisters jesters, uncle fester, all my aunties
those pantalooned galleries, the crow cawing crowds
of red hat wearing clowns, the ups who step all over the
downs, the 50-cal. calming those crowds rounds, the
Katz, in their shacks, the ‘Doggs' in da Pounds, the
pussy glares; this nation of cash money squares
those ill-liberals, those tight fisted know it all's
Those faggots, of the; corporate structures
taking it from every aged citizen, young
children, fresh borne babies all those
‘grey haired ladies, ' every demon of
hades; all breath you have remaining
maybe, twice on the upcoming sun daze
thrice on the following monk daze, all of the
glazed china flower vases, all those pontificating
priests, from that Vat-of-Kant's golden-showering
crazies, from that lashing of those ‘phat ladies'
singing that sad song bringing back "Meredith"
to sing a Monday Nights "Turn the Lights Out"
song, from the Potus, and the Scotus, and the
Modus Operandi, that Alpha and that Omega
to, that "follow the bouncing ball" sing along
‘into the mystic, ' gerbils and phishing, polishing
doorknobs, phuucking the old hog, choking the
bishops, squandering your wishes, setting your
dining tables with last night's dirty dishes, living
someone else's ‘In-a-gadda-da-vida'! Pounding
that Dough Boy, riding the light rail, looking up
and seeing, that Pale Horse, and it ain't Mr. Ed!
Talking it, on Ted; jumping on Dad's Bed, humping
in the back seat of a volkswagon drop top at the drive
through banking windows! Mooning the popo, squeezing
the play dough, skipping that light fantastic, helping the
neighborhood spastics, cross the railroad tracks, ripping
it tight on that antiquated axe, fudging the shite on your
current years tax, thinking profoundly about making spam
your daily bread less a Hamm's getting higher than a kite
flies, and standing on your heads… on the parapet, of a
more than sufficiently, way up in the clearest of skies
tall high-rise condo tower, robbing peter to pay paul
using your mojo stick to probe that lil' Mary's Pit!
trying to so the same to that ‘Carrie' Chick and
getting your cane busted! Drinking a dozen
‘rusty nails' smoking that last coffin nail
driving by the near empty county jail
eating a shite load of butter beans
and then, visiting at grandmas!
Taking that break you needed
and walking down the center
line on any residential street!
Sucking down a few long necks
Not giving any phuucks because
you've used up all your life's luck!
Shucking Oysters across the street
from that beach walk; gathering in
shadows with your men or women
and having a current events talk…
getting that first piece of strange
and not; having your dickie fall off!
Having that long hard dry cough… after
taking that huge hit off of your iced bong!
Dancing, like King Kong, riding that Harley you
politely borrowed… then having a positive
thought about every future tomorrow!