poem: diet of worms

benny boy coming late
to the party &
later still to
the infallible truth
that latex
is best. were the lines
down between B-Boy
and his boss, was there
dissension in the conference
room, coffee boiling over
while the papal pabulum turns
to shoe goo, scuffling the toes?
wonder with me, lucid sisters and brothers,
just what jetpack landed in
the papal port-a-potty
for such wisdom
to light? Ma & Pa,
y'all continue on,
rockin' the rhythms of
your nights, your hanks
still been panked
by Papal B, he spent many
long lonely latex-free
nights in front
of the papal bulls,
shovels at the ready,
and with the spiffy
avalanche comes
a sweet Benny nod
to the boys in
the streets, moral
paragons beyond
the grace of
ma & pa in they
nuptial beds,
so happy
the least have
been beatified
for one and all, for
all the little missies,
the rocket scientists,
and the remaining
Neanderthals down
Vatican way.