“CALMING THE MOB.” a poem October 12, 2019 (Saturday)

“CALMING THE MOB.” a poem October 12, 2019 (Saturday)

There was AN ANGRY HUMAN GROUP, a pounding OnMyDoor yester day,

A big ol’ mob shouting: “Mystic Poet, we’ve something we’d like to say:

“You’re awful! Who do you think you are?

We’re ‘The (wonderful) Family of (wo)Man,’ and we’ll go far.”

So, what did I do? I calmly walked. I walked myself outside;

They thought they wereA gonna, gonna “take me for a ride.”

Instead, I ASKED THE QUESTION: “How many meals do you eat?”

(They said) “About 3 a day, we guess;” then, they made [a] slight retreat,

For, they were waiting forMY NEXT MOVE, my next, rot ten re sponse:

“OK,” said I, J Jay, withGleamInEye, andSeemingGreatTol er ance,

“And, then, you know what?” “No, what?” they replied.

“THEN, YOU POO & PEE ALL THAT FOOD AWAY & YOU TRY TO HIDE,

THE FACT THAT HUMANS, All human ARE GROSSa & DISGUSTING,

Trying to FLUSH THE WASTE away, &, with thatEnergy, y’all go ’round LUSTING:

Men want women, and women (YEAH), they want control, attention,

Kids want to play and old folks? Well, they want: Old Age Pension.”

AndThenThe Mob simply left FOR, they had nothing to say,

Except, “He’s RIGHT; we’re disgusting. What a fine man isThis J Jay.”

They later crowned (him) me KING and gave me all the prettiest fillies,

AndNOW: J Jay, He’s KING (that’s right) of “The World of Silly Sillies.”

fin ♥

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