I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

rew4er2nail

Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman

think Monty Python's

Flying Circus skittering

on thin ice - Skidamarink

a dink, a dink...

 

hither and yon, to and fro
Via O'hare To Dublin y'know

Cuz, The Leprechaun within
me, no spring chicken bro,
nevertheless oz offer friendship in toto

good day to thee with cheerful adieu.

 

Though nowhere to be found despite search team
loudly trumpeting thru depleting fresh air
supply terrestrially polluted atmosphere,

asper the unknown whereabouts, regarding
said royally titled quasi legally inherited bare

 

naked lady loving bastard oven heated affair

son last seen donning Herringbone Wool headwear
supplemented by Irish merrino wool sweater

and custom made Hemp (smoking hot) pants

informing observer with seedy, faux debonair,

 

and pseudo (reed "FAKE") suave cultured couture

clothing automatically camouflaging to disappear
without a trace, thee alluded to rival to the throne
(Irish to keep ye in the dark) like chocolate eclair
secret recipe (one takes to the grave), unless held

 

at gunpoint by bonafide Machiavellian consigliere

ruthless if necessary forcing captive to declare

high fidelity, indemnity, loyalty, et cetera to a
life of lawlessness adopting anonymous incognito

guise accepting bewig noggin with long knotty hair

 

tattoo skin with "FAKE" scars to accentuate fear

factor accepting (cryptic blood bonded) brotherhood till
death do you part loot, pillage, vandalize, et cetera

in a blitzkrieg effort (albeit violently) to repair
evenly distribute disparity between 1% and 99%


grassroots uprising (peopled with migrants) spear
writ ting their exploitation at the (Taj Mahal) bear

sized paws swiping at susceptibility, vulnerability,

inequality, et cetera series of unfortunate events

decreed, instilled, ordained clamped like ironware

 

shackling one generation after another, an outright

outdated, on par as anachronism, feudalism, stoicism

where stark difference between rich and poor unfair,

especially, cus the latter labor sweat of their brow,

which backbreaking toil essentially endows wealthy

at expense of grunt work signalling ominous nightmare.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 17th, 2022 09:28
  • Category: Special occasion
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  • Bella Shepard

    A fine read, head spinning but in a good way. Erin go bragh!

  • rew4er2nail

    Sometimes, this odd fellow even surprises himself with crafting entertaining poem, but tis ego boosting to receive laudatory comments courtesy an stranger unbeknownst to yours truly, albeit one unpretentious, simplemind (ha), perceptive, nonestablishmentarian, literate, and hymble human.



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