Words

Ev'ry body use 'em
Evidence of an intellect
of somekind.

Evidence of good living side by side with evil,

Polished lies awaiting retrieval, since they seem to work,
On anyone with a captive ear, to hear
Words,

Words used to cajole, persuade, deceive, receive
flatter, hurt, support, deport,

Words used when copulating,
Words to scream when dilating,
Words to say when pontificating, grunts to roar
when constipating,

Clean words, dirty words, sanitized words,
purulent words. . . .

Purulent. . . . to stink words,
Rather than think words,

Oh if we could hear somebody thinking,
What words iz said,
Will sound nothing like,
What words wuz read,

Telepathy was left out of
The common human design,
To keep us from
Spontaneous angst
Continuous vexxing,
Otherwise we'd all be
Shot or beaten for
Words Thunk,
Than Said.

I drives a "dump" truck to my
Cerebral cemetery,
Full of forensic relations,
Exposed now because,
I appear to them,
As one big word,

F-O-O-L

My bad,
I said the words to get it goin'
My Baddy,
Bouncin' off their words,
Until,
Nex' thang ya know
We wazz cruisin and smokin' up
All my Jelba,

Goin' we wazz,
Hither thither and yonder,
Chillin' here chillin' there,
With words
That never really
Make a difference,
Just words albeit
Wasted as we wazz. . .

To fill up the time until
They find the real fool,
Playin' Fule Rule
Then they be
Rulin' with nuthin but
Their words,

Ah,
When I see that one again,
I got two words,
To say,
And the second word,
Of the two words,
Is the word "YOU."

Biology and
The "Y" chromosome
Made for us many
Practical orfices from which,
Descriptive vulgarities proceed,
Words. . .
Which look like they sound. . .

(If you are queezy,
Read no further)

To make sounds,
And
Expel things:

Nose-mucous and sometimes blood,
Uretha-urine,
Ass-schitocolates
Mouth- a, e, i, o, u, and
Sometimes BULL. . .
Schitocolates

For input we gotz
Ears, letting in the words,
Made to hear what's said,

Noses, also made to
Suckle smells,

Mouths to suckle bresses,
Teats, no doubt, designed
To be suckled from,
Or nobody grows up
To be big boys and girls,
A most
Intelligent design,
Everything looks like it
Sounds,
Word?

There are. . . .
Words that get you
Paid, Laid,
Killed, Spilled,
Dilled
In your own vinegar,
Anxious are we to expose
Seasoned sour pickles,
When the appropriate
Insulting words iz gave,

Words harass,
Get you
Sued, subdued,
Bum screwed,
My Word!
That too?

Hot or cold,
Words fueled by
The pressure beneath
The tidal wave of passion,

Words of passion today, or tonight,
Oh baby----Oh Yes baby!
Become. . .

Words of a deflated affect . . .

Tomorrow, and thereafter.

Next morning,
Hardly able to speak,
After confronted,
I see that. . .

Words "I do"
Getz you in,

Words "I did"
Throwz you out,
Only in the word
Marriage.

Punished then,
Iz you,
For true words.
Poetic Justice?
Poetic License?

Words then there,
The seeds,
The limbs and leaves,
Of confessions always,
Incomplete..
Always incomplete.

So now, let us
Lighten up. . . .Pulleze!

How many words do ya hafta know?
How many words iz there?
In the whole wide word, I mean
World?

Tesla counted peas on his plate,
and his footsteps,

There are 688 paces,
From The Darlington to
Intermezzo,
I counted 'em.
Who cares?

I betcha you dunno,
How many. . .forget it.

You try it then,
You'll see that. . .
Words will interfere,
Watch and see
Pointless, yes.
But fun. . .words will stop
The count.

I've done counted grits and salt grains,
The little rocks in the asphalt,
You'd think I'd better
Thangs ta'do. . .well then.

I countz ma'munny
Nightly as a miser should,
Rightly, good.
Because. . .

Words can be
Transmuted into
Munny. . .
Dollars and Guilders,
(Guilders iz gone)
Pounds and Rubles,
Florins and

Whorins who say. . . .

"Sixty dollar house money!
Forty dollar for hootchie coochie!"
Three hundred dollar,
Everystuff!

Then there are. . .
Words of regret?

Hmmmm.

Words, cain' be tooked back,
'Specially when wroted down,.

When you say
"Sorry I said
What I said yesterday"
It is easier to get
Forgived, than

Writing a letter and trying
To take THAT back. . . word?
Word!

Tooked, wroted, forgived
Iz words you can get
Busted for,
And have your
Poetic license suspended,
Or revoked,

Too late, , ,

Now I'm typing words,
And,
Staring at the clock,
The hour hand,
Trying to slow down time,
Until I find the words,

That cause epiphination,
(As in ephiphany)
And spew the right write words,
That will make . . .

Sunny . . . . . . Runny,
Munny Hunny.
For the
Word Bunny
Word?. . . . . . .Word!