"The Incipit" Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

(/ˈɪnsɪpɪt/)

"it begins"
explicit ("it ends")
A bit more ordinary
than the old and archaic
"Alpha and Omega"
What say any of you?
It is saturdazed nights!
All over this whatever!
Are you doing what it is
you are doing in your boxes?
Are you satisfied with the conditions
within all of these boxes? Are you assuming
that you will be boxing it for another two years?
Are you worried you may lose it in your boxes that
you will most certainly with all certainty lose
before the November elections? How much booze
do you have on that top shelf in the bedroom?
Is that booze on that top shelf hiding that
weapon you have on that top shelf along
with that booze you have on that top
shelf? Can your better half reach
that booze and weapon on that
top shelf?

The above is an exemplification
of the beginning of the ending
of the social order within
these somewhat divided and
most definitely un-united
states of america …
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