Only Game In Town
our reckless aviator dives upon the Zeppelin
don't worry darlin I'll just put the tip in
a lethal hilarity aimed at the hoarders of wealth
the value of their possessions a layer of ash
will redeem not one buy the loyalty of not one
carried away in a Hell bound sooty tornado
lifting their dead to the long blue sky
in a screeching mesmerizing shimmer
wreaking dance and mirth upon all inquiry
there will come a day of celestial observance
when the old world and all its naivetes are gone
an exfoliation of angelic proportions
no longer an obstacle course a stooge factory
their myths all wrong a betrayal of direct evidence
far too farcical for a belief that sticks
relocated to me mouth at ear by
fearless George the tormented tickler
bar stool preacher dusty desert desperado
knowing his perception was distorted
blew town when things got too reasonable
his limping plague monk emissaries
tin plated appraisers brimming with bombast
working the fortune cookie personality hopper
advise me to be insistent on certain matters
for you Darwin jockeys out there
watching the incendiaries inching closer
it's no longer a dog eat dog kind of world
it's a blog eat blog kind of world
which will look good on any resume
stick that in the wad of gristle you call a brain
a repugnant abyss of spiritual contortion
the banner his sputtering biplane tows
reads from horizon to horizon
the only game in town
is no longer
the only game in town
Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2020
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