Mrs. Turnandcough

Up, down, up, down,
in, out, in, out:
to the tune of all that came before
in barrages of states that
make runways clean and
torrents of frugal mothers
that bring life to daunting spectators.
She should, if she can
take him by the hands and hold
to the warmth of the human being
that made the way for her
to make a way at all.
Ingratitude: the penchant
of Morris speech; another spectator.
Pulchritude: the passing that
aids in front-ways meanings
to all human beings;
Just like that of Gotti,
sifting through everyone else’s sands
and turns up pistols for an army.
She truly knows that forgetful way
that opens planks and from these
doors swing like ambulances in midway.
Catheterization of the mass,
urination into glass,
and an ultimate setting of
table scraps sold for wine and
winning bets.
Who shirks? Who makes that decision?
When all else turns to sex,
and the rest to money and joy,
will there still be time to paint
the people into place
while we make out a grand fortune
for forerunners race?
If we Glick our TVs and sound off,
maybe we’ll have Mrs. Sexyturnandcough.