Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "No YO-YO! -till MO-JO!"
(dedicato: Carol Striker & Tony Jacks)
...NO big tits, no Persian delight, no HANGING with a Movie Queen in sweet delight: No Yo-Yo!?
Yet no NEWS is good News on 42nd Street, New York Town. No BLOW at the Bordello, no emotion-dividends, no MO-JO; just YOU going round, and around again?
No END to CONFLICT; never say never again; the Great War? And ALL the Dead Soldiers and ALL those DANG Politicians, Kings, Queens and Tyrants; no Yo-Yo's, till they found their Mo-Jo...in despair?
SWEET VIRGIN, in the Lilly fields, we Mo-Jo; sub-Rosa? NO tea for the Tiller-Man, no Miss Louise, no Cocaine SNEEZE, no YO-YO? And just how do we die, SCREAMING, avoid of dignity?
Smiling?
And NO "After-Life, no "farewell Bitch" ('an I hope U die Young?) GO SAIL,( "Senor Avarice, who left me lost and pregnant?"), sail the seven seas?
No frickin' CRUISE MISSILES protruding into your IN-verted fascist Dick? The Virginal Canal Blockade! No big Tits! Breast Milk turned to GALL! NO SITU U think?
Da KIDS will USURP; no YO-YO till MO-JO, cut ya BALLS OFF... and all that You're worth? TITS ANONYMOUS! Or, what RIDS us of our Integral obsessions?
The Pied Piper, PIPED; the Kids went along, and now a World, left without Song...... No YO-YO till MO-JO; until we ALL sing along.
No Yo.Yo till WE Mo-Jo. No Mojo; end of Song. No MOJO, No YO-YO; No Mojo, anon.
c2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, Sciacca-Sicily.
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