Some Man Ticks

Aye haint gonna mention anyone by name,

and git myself poisoned

with deadly tocsin, a most wick

kid demise act of vengeance cheap trick

boot Mayan tent to write this poem,

a message came tummy mind rather quick,

and fuel a contrived rumor hoop fully

spreading like wild fire

from this nada so sainted Nick

juiced for pure sport and to kick

start and spellbind denunciatory, deprecatory,

and derogatory unfounded slander

toward one country bumpkin,

who lives in the sticks of Hick

ville, and unfortunately

shares the same body as me,

an old curmudgeon full of (lix) spittle,

with lovely bones that crick,


thus, while spur of the moment whim arose

(take bull by the horns

asthma late grammar used to say), aye chose

to hash out matter of fact playful verse,

while ma doppelganger doth doze

and trump scathing "FAKE" news expose

zing ambivalent (nee loathsome)

punishing sentiments ach'n ma heart

with daggers of icy sin tax

directed as rhetorical linguistic floes

vicariously experiencing euphoria,

red hot poker glows

within the scabrous, tenebrous,

and villainous haughty yahoo

an unprepossessing, quite,

and nattering kooky human

immune to voodoo

he coon sitters himself smug,

throughout every single sinew

of his (and mine) corporeal essence

directly descended

from storied Machu Picchu of Peru

yet his (ah, and mine)

suppressed genealogy branch

also includes, an a meow

zing small percentage of Neanderthal Jew

evidenced by genetic test 23andme,

which helps explain primate characteristic

dragging (sic) hairy knuckles,

where thick callouses grew

thus aye conclude

(just in the nick of time

as he who must not be mention) drew

a breath upon awakening

from a nap bright tailed,

and bushy eyed anew.




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