Can we agree to disag…

Credit: The Bakinator

Red, write, and blew our brains,

strewn with stews of mottled flesh

the incongruous gropes, the strains

of yes’ms and no’ems and now you

see’ems, now you don’t-ems. If this were

political, now would be the insert here

of those I’ve suitably, subtly come to fear:

their noxious chomping jaws, their sub-dued eyes.

Their lack of pity, their thighs that ever so,

ever so

dampen us as they shuffle by.

Don’t favor me as if I were a twit-less

git. Give me liberty or give me this:

smoked, slouched me low, sling

me, so picnicked - aproned, Adirondack chair.