GBU-43/BASTARD

 
THIS IS THE MOTHER OF ALL POEMS! 

This is a MASSIVE ordnance
of tremendous arrogance
and lyrical indulgence
This poem is a BLAST! of hubris
of gargantuan proportions
across a vast chasm of forgotten memory of crimes past
This is a BATTERY of poetry!...
... a cluster of internal rhymes
that splatter and clutter
bespatter and utter
profanities over obscenities
a bonfire of vanities
at the expense of sanity
and a few dozen insignificant militants
This is the MOTHER of all mission statements
This MOTHER will penetrate, obliterate, annihilate
pursue you
into the bowels of the cultural desert

Its vowels will FUCK YOU UP!
track you down
trawl through the cracks
in the underground
to ground you down
to the sound of its own ECHO ECHO ECHO… … …

THIS MOTHER will BLOW!
a hole through the middle of hell
for no good reason
other than to show off
her literary hardware to the world

This mother does care 
whether you live or die, or whether you live a lie
This mother nurtures an instinct to help
This is no mean mutha'
This mother will spurn a 100,000 insurgents
who yearn to slam high-velocity poetry
into the hearts and minds of the military
repeatedly RAT TAT RAT TAT RAT TAT RAT TAT

This mother is the ammunition for sedition
a mutiny of self-expression
an instrument of resistance
a cessation of compliance
an improvised explosion of verse
to protect from the worst of humanity
and the depravity of prose

This, MOTHER,  is  poetry…                                      BOOM!