That's if you want your soul
Providence rode,
I land
On the island
To learn its code
Of conduct, as
taught by Mr. Rhodes,
emeritus professor of jazz,
etiquette & odes
He says it's like an
Amorphous Z,
a
venomous ignominy
that obfuscates your
vexilology
& depletes its logic,
tantalizing a tarantula
with ubiquitous uppity.
It's the maximum malfeasance,
that not even the twerp from Antwerp
can't tolerate
& you've to wait
& weight
like a nincompoop;
only to finally realize
that it's not real ice!
where it was now saying the end & over the
loudspeaker
'cause you've got the upper hand
mortified & mired in mustard...
& we'll stop this last snow soon as it gets here 'cause
I don't know... how
vindictive vultures vituperate my vitality,
but i do know why
Providence rode,
On the island
where we learn to code
with such a bland
lack of malice
But amidst the wonders of this digital tapestry,
you savor the licorice;
that's why nobody was pulling them 2 down &
whopping
like a cartel in Lemuria,
like a gland goading glaciers,
'cause you've to UNDERSTAND
what happens down under. Stand
for vociferous vehemency once
& for all! Providence will dance
& now you know it's your chance
to allow your true self to enhance
& take me back to Montpelier
where I belong, "why they hell there?"
you ask. 'Cause in this heat
you' II get the slice of poison
you always craved,
the mental perturbation
you always cherished,
where cultures entwine, in a dance profound.
let's make profligacy & prolocution abound,
because only you've the right to control
your mind.
That's if you want your soul.
Copyright © Ivo Cos | Year Posted 2023
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