Deposturing

Slouches are to crouches 
as straights are to hates.
Take it breezy and let
your limber go lumber
or your jacks go pan
cakes. Flop and flap
and flipper wave,
until your decisive
intransigence transits
to portraiture, a vague
impression of a
photograph's hung
over balance watered
downstream by the 
current events that
purported to take the
devil at the word of the
gourd -- satanic plenty --
grieve with me and please,
do not stand up too tall.