"Last Call" Ya'll Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

"Last Call" Ya'll



"Last Call" Ya'll

relief
wisdom
from grief
futility; zoned
symposiums owned
on podiums overblown!
In disbelief, all life bemoans!
Issues known, bestrewing serenity
stupidity rules over what is unknown.
This issue is uncrackable, of a systematic
profoundly untraceable enigmatical and
thoroughly F.U.B.A.R. theatrical wrong
way production brought to the each
of you by you know whom! Time to
pack your flight bags and yea, "Go
Where You Want to Go… Do What
You Want to Do" … "Last Call" Ya'll!

"Last Call" Ya'll
Monday, April 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: anarchy,ancestry,coming of age,corruption,disasters,estrangement,fashion,headache,last supper,made in usa
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