'Molassas' Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Grandma', maybe? Or
Just pure cane
No hurry', no worries; no
Pains! Methinks or knows!
'Potatoes or pata'toes', 'apples
and or oranges'; which
is a 'fruit' from 'that' tree?
Sol is which? Witch in a
hurry; pardon me? 'A tiskit
a tasket; a red, white or blue
covered casket… Where have
you all seen these displayed?
On the deck of a C-141? or
C-5 Galaxy? or on the deck
Of the 'Enterprise'? Trekie?
Tricky, knuckles; 'Chuckles the Clown'!
And an 'All around the Fiord Cowboy', Me!
'Sticks and Scion', do break bones'…
Believe you IAM me and in you!
The surf breaks upon any
shore it pleases itself too
No… it does not! The surf
at your particular shore or
any other, breaks only there
by design… cosmically and
I am not 'Whistling Dixie'!
Kinda sorta, a wonderfully
beautiful female being human!
From Brazil; stopped her stroll
to speak with me… and such
a beautiful smile had she;
and a curiosity filled mind…
hopefully!
Butt, not her male man!
He walked away after saying no… to
helping me, just asking for his help
with this particular wright
witting these words herein
no biggie! cause she returned
and said: I will try and help
If I can…
I thought; fair enough, IAM
will not huff and puff; and
let all of Brazil be… for a while
yet… I kinda like the idea
of Brazil being as one
'BRICK; in the Wall', against that
crowing 'crown' bunch of
gapping grape skins and
sacks of boiled…
those nuts too hot!
Those squirrels are those
touts or politely the
'Queen' Faggots', no wonder
she walked away the other day!
It is time to pass around all of
Her 'CROWN' DIMES' in equal
share; to every human being on this
planet! IAM demands this!