By Za Sa'Oud 

Photo by D. Pineiro 

Ev’body use‘em
Ev'dence of an intellect
of somekind.

M a y b e

But surely :

Our words can be, 
Ev'dence 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 recite, when pontificating,

Grunts we words to roar

U-u-u-ug-g-g-h-h-h!
when constipating,

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

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

Oh, but if we could hear somebody thinking,
What words iz said in their mind,

Will sound nothing like,
What words wuz said from the toothy port,

Telepathy wuz left out of the common human design,
To keep us from spontaneous angst
and continuous vexxing,

And fighting from the reading of minds. . . .As I'm 

Constantly disconnecting because of what I discover,
Maybe that’s what I drive,

A “dump” and I mean DUMP truck to the cerebral cemetery of celebrated cess,

Full of  forensic-friends-exposed because,
I appear to them, from the start, as one word,

F - O - O - L

My bad,
I said the words to get it goin’
Bouncin’ off their words,

Talkin' myself into a state  of Fuledom 

My little Baddy-pie, 

Until,
Nex’ thang ya know
We wazz cruisin thru Buckhead

In my Hyundai Sonata,

Smokin’ up all my good Jelba,

Wearing out my CD's and you never chipped in on the gas. . . 

Goin’ hither thither and yon,
Chillin’ here chillin’ there, with words
that never really made a difference,

Just words albeit

Wasted as we wazz. . .

With words that lead to actions that remind me of other words,

In other words, 

Words that remind me of

What happens when, 

Viagra and Ex-lax iz taken together---

Easy Come, Easy Go, 

To fill up the empty time,

Or some empty Tao,

Until

You find the perfect Fule,
Designed by the Almighty just to

Play by your Fule Rule,

Ruled by your foulest of words,

 Oh Man....

If I ever see THAT one again,

I've  got TWO words,

And the second word,

Of the two words,

Is the word     “YOU.”

Okay so you're still mad Cray-Z, so now what?

Science words. . . Lighten up-p-p-p-p

 
Biology made us with many,
Practical outlets from which,
To make sounds,

And

Expel things,

If you're queezy---read no futher

Nose-mucous and sometimes blood,
Uretha-urine,
Arse-schitocolates
Mouth- a, e, i, o, u, and sometimes bull
Schitocolates

For input we got
Ears, letting in the words,
Made to hear what iz am said,

Noses also made to suckle up smells,
Mouths to suckle up bresses,
Teats no doubt,

Made to be suckled from,
Or nobody grows up to be

Big boys and girls,

Words that get you
Paid, Laid,
Killed, Spilled,

Dilled in your own vinegar,

Anxious to expose your sour pickles,
When the appropriate
Insulting words iz gaven unto thee,

Words harass,

Get you sued,

Subdued,

Screwed, in the worst and best of ways,

Hot or cold words of love,

Fueled by the pressure beneath
The tidal waves of passion,

Words of passion today, or tonight,

Words of a deflated affections and downcast eyes,

The morning after, 

Hardly able to speak after you got what you needed,

Because there's a secret husband

Out there           somewhere,

Words "I do" got you in,
Words "I did it" will get you out,

Or we both. . .slain, like Frankie and Johnny,

Which leads me to: 

Words to protect privacy,
Sometimes called lies,

Folks sometimes,
Gotta live somekinna lie
Somewhere in there,

Iz a collection of fibs,
Cause ain' nobody tellin' words that lead to,

Punishment,

If it can be helped. Like my main man. . .

Bertrand, who saw a fox,

Who ran into the bush,

Then the hunters came and asked:

Which way goest the fox?

Would you tell the truth? 

Is Quantity quality? Hmmmmm 

How many words do I hafta know?
How many words are there iz ?

Are numbers not words too?

Tesla counted peas on his plate,
and his footsteps,
There are 688 paces,
From The Darlington to
Intermezzo,
I did it. Who cares?

I've counted grits and salt grains,
The little rocks in the asphalt,

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

But when I am miserly,

Withoust misery, I open my sack,

And count my little munnies, 

Words is munny
Dollars and wuz Guilders,

Befo' Euros

But there are Pounds,
No more Florins but there are

Whorins who'say. . . .

“Sixty dollar iz house money,

Forty dollar, I make whopee wizza you,"

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 say...

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

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

That will cause me to epiphinate
And sew the last stitch,
And I finally find the words,

Those hidden words, 

That will cause that day so Sunny,

Comin' fron the mouth of

Mr. Runny B. Funny,

Dripping with that

Munny

Hunny. . .

On that

Psychedelic Easter Egg Hunt sponsored by

The Word Bunny. 

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