"Fists Full Of Dollars" Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Center of the Northern Sky

Polaris
Slightly
true of true
center… 50th
Brightest… Yet
"The entire Northern
Sky Wheels around it!
Goes to show… First brightest
Ain't All That! So What, You Have
a more "stamped pedigree; " Dog!
What good is that ‘cert.' when you
are under six feet of dirt! Not! You are
just a small pile of ash! You Phuucking Asp
Wipes! White Coats, and shiny plastic goggles
plastic gloves and little cloth masks! Walking around
with your tablets and jabbering like Wookies! Really
you think you are immune? Ummmmmm… Where
did you get your ‘get off free' jabs? You registered
elephants? Your birth parents, got investments
in Trump properties? You got down on your
knees and blew him? Wasn't such a mouth
full was it? Phuuck! Are the each of you ever
for all eternity phuucked! Selling out the entire
human species for a paltry ‘fists full of dollars'…!