When In Rome? Whatever! Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Humanity
single species
no sub-sets…
Yet, there are
divisions… differences
ideas, ideals, values…
SMEGMA!
"There can only be one"
or it is all done forever!
And forever is an awfully long
TIME!
PHUUCK! PHUUCK! PHUUCK! IT!
Research SARS-CoV-1
and SARS-CoV-2 and
Covid 19…
You will come to understand just what
it is IAM wright engineering herein these
blurbs and blasts and passed asp gasses!
Just hoping you donkey/monkey/asps may
grasp ahold of some truth on the "issue"!
PHUUCK! PHUUCK! PHUUCK! PHUUCK! IT!
So, ‘our' Bobby stopped in and stepped into
the doodoo wit me… finally! Wasn't so much
fun flying shyte schist solo! You know what I mean?
Creating some-thing murderous out of some-thing
not meant to be murderous is no majik trick! One
simply has to be evil! It is that simple! One had
to pin live bugs to cardboard, one had to pour
gasoline down mud beehives… one had to pull
little girls braids as hard as they could and then run!
One had to play paddy cake with the Bakers pud! Bud?
Wiser or Wiper? Ever pick a little green viper out of
a rubber tree? Ever pee in the village water supply?
Ever smoke up all of your roomies crack? Ever lick
your roomies crack? Faggot! Whatever! Whatever!
*Middle English (in the sense ‘bundle of sticks for fuel') :
from Old French fagot, from Italian fagotto, based on Greek phakelos
‘bundle.' I suppose you could buy a ‘faggot' of services from your
cable company! I presume you could buy a ‘faggot' of whatever
from Walmart! I assume you could buy a ‘faggot' load of burial
insurance and get a great big discount! Whatever! Whatever!
PHUUCK! PHUUCK! PHUUCK! PHUUCK! PHUUCK! PHUUCK! IT!
IAM taking a quick tour of South Central today… Mommies Van!
Great Cover Ride! Mass silver late model inconspicuous as hell!
Stopped in the "bottle shop; " that is Aussie for liquor store!
Young Corner eye out front ask for a dollar… I pushed a fiver
to him and asked him to pass on that dollar to a more needy
person… and into the shop I strolled… and they had my Phillys!
and of course, a couple 40's-o-Guinness! So did the drive off
and passed same young man minding the "local ‘Q' under
the shade tree; " ya'll catching this drift, yes? Yea, I gots
those ‘fly' eyes! So, on deeply I cruised into ‘the central'!
Corn Bread, mommies van,105.1 fm blasting! Yea! "Big MIC"
driving down, past the resident's ins! Funny HAHAHAHAHAHA!
And I come upon…. no, I passed near a gentleman in a little chair?
One with wheels and handles and a bag or more hanging out on a
pretty nice little shady corner… so, I pull a 180 and park at his stoop.
And preceded to have a polite brick mason to freed mason chat…
much more than an hour's worth! Offering up such gifts as I had
to gift to that gentleman… a ten spot, couple of 2-dollar cigars
and one of my 40's! Did he ever have that pleasant smile on!
So, I made an acquaintance… of MY BROTHER LARRY…
and he entitled me with that blessing of a novel handle
"you George Carlin; " lovin every moment of the memory!
He was laughin, and I, left off singing a few lines of an old
‘Charlie Pride' tune… "When ever I chance to meet… an old
friend on the street…" Whatever! Quite pleasant… no points
of panic… just to older gentlemen have fine conversations…
sans those phuucking masks! It is SoCal and SoCal is so phuucked!
Virally that is! L.A. County counting 60+% of the population
pretty much asymptomatic… quite the potential tragedy in
coming! Cause most young'uns ain't working on their anti
covid 19 strategies! Oh well… more of that ‘thinning the
herd" Georgia Guide Stone work! And them folks do not
have to pay any of US folks to raise that saluting palm
and boot stomp on anyone… or anybody… we do
the works for ‘them'… talk about "Stockholm Syndrome"!
PHUUCK! PHUUCK! PHUUCK! PHUUCK! PHUUCK! PHUUCK! IT!
I.T.; it, A.I. shyte schist cit-taa! So, I rode the road west…
out the "IVY" on the "Imperial High Way" and slipped
easily those few miles out to "Torrance Beach" and
slid into the "Coffee Cartel"… for a large Taro BoBa!
Samoan Samosa! Tongan Champagne! Hawaiian Mana!
and took in another conversation under that beautiful
sun-dazed noon… then, I mounted up and drove on up
to the "Hawthorne ‘T'"; an end of the road thingy!
overlooking the surf that only the locals sneak in!
Yea, them ‘fly' eyes again! Every one of you need
to do this too… and pretty much go mask-less!
When in Rome? Whatever!