Saturday, May 21

still here...

i guess i wasn't on the list?
the rapture seems to have taken the sabbath off.
remember?
saturday used to be the day,
all old testament an' that.
or,
maybe,
just maybe,
randall mario poffo took the fight to the man upstairs,
and set it straight for the rest of us.
what?
c'mon.
you know-
the mutha-uckin' macho man, my ninjas.
you'd be wise to observe a solemn moment of silence
for my main man randy savage, suckas!
he died for our sins,
and brought our big bang back to
a december 21, 2012 doomsday.
word up.
i'm assuming a top-rope big elbow drop is
smashing into the pearly gates as we speak.
the big bushy beard,
the shark-glutton mantooth sunglasses,
the tassels,
the hats,
the insane enunciation,
the feather-boa-lined glittery robes...
everything i learned about being a real man,
i learned from randy savage.
fact.
oh man,
i'll miss the madness, duders.
on the real.
slim jim snappin', big-time wrasslin', razzle-dazzle an' that.
it's a sad day, neighbors.
especially for a supposed judgement day.
i find the deceased guilty...
...of being totally flippin' rad.
the worldly realm of expertism is less one
worthy warrior poet.
my childhood is shedding some tears right now;
never quiet, never soft.....

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