Messy Antic Bomb Bard

I compel you in the name of my HIMARS!
I compel you in the name of my ATACMS!
I compel you in the name of my GENERALS,
By the lashings of my terrible swift tongue!

You want a red sea? I will give you HISTORY.
By my decree events shall have occurred
When and where I choose and in the manner
Of my telling, on the slant of my twisting.

Shoot you in the face, shit on your parade,
This could I do, and “Sir,” they’d say, “You king!
“You glorify yourself and live deliciously!
“All hail the stiffest rod in any room.”

Old school, that’s me. I’m Moses in the flesh.
My word’s as good as law. They say I’ve got —
What do they call it? — “prophecy” no less.
Can you believe it? I’m a prophet. Boom!

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.

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