Truth Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

That
tough sell
based on intel
info, cash money
bling, and that ‘Rolls'
Well… How goes your
Truth?
Is this truth loose or a loosie
or is it suade or simply whitey?
Is, your truth so tightly wounded
or just so wound to tightly? Is your
truth righteous or more slightly leaning
or hanging right or left? Does your truth
have wine legs, or schweddy balls? Do
your truth douche? Do your truth ache?
Do your truth asp whole, or do your truth
agape asp wholes? Don't asp whole me fool!
Do your truth give a phuuck? Do your truth
have a phuuck to give? Do you ‘blue truth'?
Is your truth ‘waffling blues' or is it truly
‘blue waffles'… Can you pick your truth
out of a morgue? Can you poke your
truth with a fork? Is your truth ‘pork'?
Should your truth oink does that imply
it is not worthy of ink? Not willingly for
you to spill out onto a page? Is your truth
Sage? The leaf or an old guy or gal with the
pointy hats and facial warts? Was your truth
excused, recused, cursed, confused, sauced
tossed, embossed, hair-asp-ed; astir, astringent
Astor-numerical, chemical, hysterical, clerical
clinical, remedial, bi-polar, subpar, retarded
disregarded, discarded, des-cart-ed, rip snorting
water boarded, schist hoarding, recalling totally
sniffling insufferably, snorting uncontrollably
eight-balled, corn-holed, expressing the ‘toad'
"givin its finger to the skies" kinda, sorta, maybe
so full of itself that it hurts for you to smile!
The toughest sell on earth is what… truth!