Huntin and Gatherin

Tao Joannes
punch that clown in the face
till freedom fries fall from his nose
and tell me that ain't sweetness
with a hot apple pie on the side

these people are all phony
and they don't even know it
there's more truth in a dead whore's mouth
than their rancid spit-pits can spew

when the sugar's all gone the yeast will
drown in their poisonous excrement
tho it's not so bad once you get past the taste
and helps take the edge off the day

by day and even more the sadness
when we can't stop
dancing
long enough to breathe or dream

my Tao can beat up your Tao
and stop bullets

drop a seed into the stillness
and watch reflection meet reflected and be lost
in rings that move across the surface
washing villagers that live within tsunami reach
beaches clean as sun-parched bone

you'll never recollect your precious puki shells
unless you hid them up your ass
before the rains came
and you'll find no neighbor good enough
to take that bet

Published by Tao Joannes

Tao Joannes is Jason Eaton. He has spent his life traveling to interesting places, meeting interesting people, and doing interesting things. Now he writes about it.  View profile

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