Person(s) of interest linkedin

with Stash Capital Management...

committed bank fraud,

and if witness to such thievery

stun gun of mine drawed,

which word archaic

or nonstandard past tense of draw,

(I would make exception

if perpetrator knock out broad

asking such out of character

to at the least buy me supper),

and retrieved from her bag of tricks

ranging from physical devices

that steal card information

to malicious software

that targeted online

checking account of mine

feverishly employed (courtesy

sophisticated state of the art

computer hardware and/or soft-ware,

whether solitary lone wolf,

hacker collective or group,

or more specifically a hacktivist collective,

cybercriminal group,

or state-sponsored group (like APT groups),

nevertheless whether culprit acted alone

perhaps to impress geek squad

or maybe punk created for extra credit

accessing their own innovation

or thru the agency of groupthink

pulled off an electronic heist courtesy

when he/she they/them

went blithely cruising along viz -

(short for "videlicet,"

which comes from

the Latin phrase "videre licet,"

meaning "it is permitted to see)"

the information super highway

the figurative bottom line

being intent to inflict shell-shock

with cake-walk ease

pre-meditated or acted out ad-hoc

to withdraw and exhaust account,

no matter impossible mission

fraught with peril he/she hell-bent

to extract every last red cent

personal or quota established among posse

set their sites to undertake

what would rank to them

as an every day event

no matter novelty wore off

after initial initiation

to apply malicious codified

byte size criminal activity

bitta bing bitta bang and expedite

just a routine unauthorized use

of a computer or network

to take property,

obtain property through deceit,

or manipulate digital information

for personal gain or to cause damage

explicit singular dirty deed done dirt cheap

illicit complicity among gang members

earns collective figurative stars and stripes

despite humdrum hitting virtual pay dirt frequent

car - reed out videlicet reputable maverick

or notorious den of thieves

celebration of natural high

compounded by assistance

from storied legend of Molly Hatchet

wreaking invisible havoc

among telecommunications infrastructure,

especially hi-jacking kick as*

payload after breaking

user name and password

or stealthily getting hold

of credit card information

also known as skimming,

the act of using illegal devices

or software to secretly capture financial data

from credit cards, debit cards,

or PINs during legitimate transactions,

and on the sly (and the stoned family)

criminals install physical devices on ATMs,

gas pumps, or POS terminals

to steal card information

from the magnetic stripe,

or use cameras and overlay keypads

to capture PINs

also using malicious software,

known as e-skimmers,

to capture payment details

from online forms, which stolen data

then used to make fake cards

or conduct unauthorized

purchases and withdraw cash,

leading to financial loss

and identity theft for victims.

whereat the subsequent lines

lack any relation to the title

but like most every poetic endeavor

immediately becomes tangential

re: irrelevant to main subject of discussion,

digressing to unrelated points

characteristic of my trademark

swiftly styled and harried tailored,

and failing to return to original idea

with embedded symbolic logic

to better confuse the unsuspecting reader

which remaining written material

best understood after quaffing inxs of xylite

a liquid hydrocarbon

found in crude wood spirits,

or it can describe fossilized wood

that resembles brown coal

a natural sweetener

about 60% as sweet as sugar

often used in sugar-free foods

and beverages, such as chewing gum,

candies, and mouthwashes

distributed as door prizes

after elbow grease applied

leaving the inside

of the refrigerator

spick and span.

Not one square inch

of the once pristine

inside fridge no longer white

the wife begs to differ, whereby

even the pestiferous vermin

did protest and unite

against the glop and goo,

plus she claims

to be selectively color blind,

and thus defers her husband (me)

to tend to arduous

back breaking task tonight

since she knows how much

I like to bend over,

but actually on my hands and knees

while reaching with scrub daddy

(courtesy the famous cleaning influencer

Auri Kananen strong as an ox

a professional cleaner from Finland

popularized and touts said product),

but yours truly experiences back pain

that radiates to the sacral lumbar,

(and thus while reduced to crawling,

maneuvering left and right

on all fours, or tabletop position

I pray for Mary Poppins) quite

who hopefully can catch

the next umbrella express outright

and show up before night,

where dark shadows from

the outer limits of the twilight zone

within the bishopric of the king,

there once a pawn a time

accorded quite a bit of might

and as his mentor

lived a tarnished knight

essentially his incognito

cause at heart he claimed to be a Jacobite

stood about 182.88 centimeters in height

a rather diminutive chap,

and the proud papa

who never liked to quit

despite being diagnosed

with Parkinson's disease

a chronic, progressive neurological disorder

characterized by accumulation

of a protein called

alpha-synuclein in the brain

where respected researchers

suggests that alpha-synuclein

may trigger an autoimmune response,

leading to the destruction of brain cells

since questions arose about his death

a funeral director, a forensic archaeologist

or anthropologist, a medical professional

(like a forensic pathologist),

an Environmental Health Officer (EHO),

or a specialized exhumation firm,

depending on the circumstances

and jurisdiction his body electric

exhumed from gravesite

exhibiting more than one odd tick,

and new breakthroughs did excite

the biomedical engineers

discovered his essential tremors

perfectly synchronized

with Foucault's pendulum

and thus allowed, enabled,

and provided an excellent opportunity

for the author of these words

to surpass his prior appellation

linkedin to questionable supposition

he got erroneously hashtagged

and mistakenly reported

by Walter Leland Cronkite

an American broadcast journalist

who served as anchorman

for the CBS Evening News

from 1962 to 1981

unwittingly and accidentally uttered a faux pas

back in the day as idiot savant

now referred to as savant syndrome

or, in some contexts, autistic savant

nevertheless when here along,

he did rank (cull) as king of blatherskite.

Daily, I get bombarded with a barrage of friend requests from Facebook Messenger. Despite being married, the philanderer within me proceeds without concerning himself with unpleasant consequences. Before to long, responses to clicking yes (unaware I am being baited) accept yield a plethora of females (most young enough to be my daughter - according to the wife, but methinks what's good for Bill Belichick would be good enough for me), who fantasizes about finding his own Jordon Hudson without the benefit of that minor detail of a healthy bank account. Interestingly (and not maybe not so surprising) enough, most all those women whose friend requests I responded too less interested in a platonic friendship but a f*ck buddy on demand and a sugar daddy to boot!

After asking me for a photograph (the deal breaker), whereat many gals with implants the size of Rhode Island ask me my gender, cause based on the picture of yours truly - taken soon after taking a shower and washing hair, this dude looks like a lady. Once the gal in question convinced yours truly a bonafide guy (matter of fact, an aging foo fighting baby boomer long haired pencil necked geek to whit).

Once we get down to brass tacks, the usual host of general questions peppers their text messages to me including age of yours truly, who answers with an extemporaneous somewhat lengthy prevarication, which creative reply from me, a modest Norwegian Bachelor farmer from Lake Wobegon barely generates any buzz-feeding desired effect, but no matter, he who cannot be named (for dramatic effect) claims to be an extraordinary Earthlinked hot male from the outer limits of the twilight zone where dark shadows hover like the edge of night.

I put my figurative cards on the table and immediately under_score this boyish looking sixty six year old husband and father of two grown late twenty something daughters, who merely seeks a platonic friendship, and also rattles off (to shake off any gold diggers my economic plight as dirt poor), which according to The Census Bureau assigns each person or family one out of forty eight possible poverty thresholds, thus without mincing words we (this knight in tarnished armor, and his distressed damsel) lives below the poverty line in tandem with mental health issues such as anxiety (once upon a time debilitating), dysthymia, obsessive compulsive disorder and palmar hyperhidrosis and subsequently receive social security disability allotment direct deposited into the checking account reserved for accepting deposits only.

Nevertheless, once the writer of these words cobbles together and responds to the unsuspecting recipient with a satisfactory tall tale, he subsequently gets queried with a flurry (more like a squall) of commonplace questions also answered with spontaneous ejaculation of humorous on the spot (tea for the tiller-man) mistruths er... trumped up story barren of hyperbole (in other words equivocate) to fulfill an opportunity to embellish fictitious literary schlock and allowing, enabling and providing free reign to whatever comes to mind trying my darnedest to be a raconteur like I am doing right now, right now, right now... (cue Calvin Harris - the stage name of Adam Richard Wiles) ad nauseam.

Both the written and spoken word fascinate me, a Caucasian, faustian, latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, sexagenarian and Unitarian Democrat, who actually breathes a sigh of relief if the potential femme fatale abruptly ceases (without explanation) to reciprocate with an eccentric, phallocentric, theatric, et cetera humble gentleman interested to foster mutual (of Omaha) interpersonal liaison to experience intellectual orgasm, which necessitates cultivating familiarization of various and sundry knowledge base, and the predisposition to liberate literary spontaneity.

Once a brave and daring dame deadset to demonstrate her prosaic chops, and steps up the electronic kick ass jousting to sophistication that finds me feeling like chopped liver (the worst feeling one can experience) who came late to the vocation of scribe (and feels much disadvantaged by young whipper snappers weaned on the Internet and writing opportunities while in utero) three score and six years resident on planet Earth, and most likely will meet his demise on oblate spheroid, and possibly after being a grateful dead (as a doornail) will of corpse get his body electric cryogenically frozen until a cure for mortality.

If and when I hit pay dirt game plan will sow the virtual ground for me to flirt, yet always allowing, enabling, and providing the natural course of events to let graduation into the offline dimension occur, and even free and clear of the faux pretense of impressing the other with rapier wit and wisdom, we will be highly attuned to non-verbal signals so as not to rush in where angels fear to tread.

Just when I thought to breathe a sigh of relief that the message in the medium of driving home my disinclination with subtlety against nary to consummate exchange of bodily fluids, a nightmare scenario arose, whereby blank (name omitted to protect the innocent author) admitted courtesy sixth sense that at least one and maybe more of these bodacious chick wanted more than a fillet and tracked upon my figurative tail predicated on the distinct impression that along the edge of night dark shadows slunk along the outer limits of the twilight zone, and a sixth sense discerned the scent of at least one woman.

(for not dominant with right hand

also known as southpaw and lefty,

as well as the more formal terms

sinistral and sinistromanual and another term,

particularly in Australian English,

hashtagged as mollydooker)

linkedin by various other names

as illustrated in the following fabrication,

which exceptionally well drawn illustrations

and instructions written in French,

thus necessitating a bi-lingual technician,

hook hood interpret the material

ideally an English literature major

top notch knowing grammar,

punctuation, spelling, et cetera

unintentionally impressing

madding crowd sitting on a bench,

who seem more fascinated by the logophile

a lover of words or a linguaphile

a lover of languages

who goes on a spontaneous ejaculation

delineating the history

of those twenty six lettered symbols

allowing, enabling, and providing

a crash (test dummy) course

to the transfixed listeners

totally (tubular) regarding their original intent

for initial inquiry

about the left handed

monkey wrench explanation to quench.

Said multi-dubbed easy to assemble a drone wannabe, not only a handy dandy blues clues all in one light-weight contraption (available at Hooper's Store on Sesame Street) to handle any job (mostly those requiring physical labor, but also very helpful as a defense against weapons of mass destruction - by enveloping the user within a radio active proof bubble after he or she presses a button, but mindful about opening any windows in close proximity lest the message "Abort, Retry, Fail?") appears and ceases up the gizmo, and of course only a child (just out of swaddling clothes), which an anonymous lad or lass could troubleshoot aforementioned widget with eyes wide shut and hands tied behind their back. Matter of fact child labor laws rescinded to keep abreast of said revolutionary technological enhancements visited upon the left handed monkey wrench, which matter of fact witnessed unforeseen initial applications such as transmitting via electronic signals wirelessly courtesy wisdom (versus blue) tooth taken from anonymous benefactors.

A recent dental discovery brought to light (figuratively) that said wisdom tooth made up of four primary components: the outer enamel, the underlying dentin, the inner pulp (containing nerves and blood vessels), and the cementum that covers the tooth's root, which layers the same as any other tooth, with the enamel forming the hardest substance on the tooth's surface, the dentin making up the bulk of the tooth's structure, and the pulp providing nourishment and sensation, when some severely introverted boy experienced an aha moment and realized (while playing dentist without anesthesia, and extracting hindmost molars - previously loosened, (and practically dangling like a modifier) by a sucker punch to the mouth of a bully, who got knocked out (Hawaiian punch swiftly tailored harried styled) cold play kisser.

The dual rooted wisdom tooth served as a miniature model to expand on the essential principle of the general monkey wrench, which occurred to a scapegoated ego bruised super smart grade schooler while he remained standing up like another brick in the wall until the (hells) bell went off indicating recess came to a close, yet not before unnamed youngster sketched out a remarkable rendition of this tool while monkeying around with various and sundry drawing examples until he hit upon (again figuratively) while quietly observing and witnessed an aggressive wren (cause said curious little fella a self taught ornithophile) wrenching loose a passive resistant worm.

Construction of Twin Towers began

with groundbreaking ceremony

on August 5, 1966,

but the towers themselves

witnessed vertical construction in 1968 and 1969,

with the North Tower

topping out in December 1970

and the South Tower in July 1971

subsequently The World Trade Center complex,

including the Twin Towers,

officially opened for business on April 4, 1973

and located in Lower Manhattan, New York City

immediately demarcated a distinct silhouette

defined the core of The Big Apple

with an august centerpiece

of the World Trade Center (WTC)

situated in the Financial District

near the Hudson River,

the complex occupied a 16-acre site

and graced the land that never slept

after September eleventh

two thousand and one,

where the spirits haunt,

especially on anniversary

that marked the deaths of 2,996 people,

including 19 hijackers

who committed suicide.

Once scheme decided upon

to blow to smithereens

said iconic complex edifice landmarks

(id est twin towers)

got sited within figurative cross hairs

after being chosen as ground zero targets

and after surreptitious perpetrators

honed specific details

of appalling terrorist attack

regarding when to pull off

what would turn out to be

the deadliest foreign attack on U.S. soil,

exceeding Japan's surprise attack

on Pearl Harbor in Honolulu, Hawaii,

on December 7, 1941,

which killed 2,335 members

of the United States Armed Forces and 68 civilians,

whereby death knells tolled

for either sacrifice of countless lives,

even on anniversary number xxiv of former

of abominable debacle

The Twin Towers apocalyptic tragedy

crowded out every vestige of living social

for days, weeks, and months.

I happened to be housed upstairs

sequestered within the bedroom

designated for me after our (Harris) family

moved into the house

at 324 (formerly R.D. #2) at Level Road

on February 28th,1968.

After returning from her outing

mother, (who would succumb

to ovarian/uterine cancer

about forty four months later)

came sprinting thru the front door

like a bat out of hell

shouting to turn on the television

every channel broadcasting

the fiery maelstrom

watching helplessly as flames

engulfed the like a towering inferno

after two airplanes flew

into the Twin Towers

as part of the September 11 attacks

on the morning of September 11, 2001,

whereby American Airlines Flight 11

struck the North Tower,

and United Airlines Flight 175

struck the South Tower,

leading to the eventual collapse of both buildings.

Television viewers like me

kept eyes glued to the tube,

and watched in horror

attuned to the pandemonium,

a worse fate than death cab for cutie

while mayhem reigned supreme

fueling absolute zero escape

as the vast majority of people

panicked, yet perhaps

in feeble attempt to family and/or friend

with one final telephone call

to said loved ones

choking back tears

before they sought desperation measures

such as jumping out the windows

from the upper stories,

and plummeted to their immediate deaths

versus being roasted alive.

Round the clock coverage occurred,

and aside from the impossible mission

to keep the nation updated

since tragedy writ large

and so much dramatic activity occurred

any spare moment availed

an announcer to offer tidbits

such as the following:

The Twin Towers stood 110 stories tall,

with the North Tower (1 WTC)

standing at 1,368 feet

and the South Tower (2 WTC) at 1,362 feet,

but the North Tower's height increased

to 1,730 feet when a large antenna

added to roof in 1978,

but this being a nonstructural addition

not officially counted

as part of the building's height.

as if being a crash test dummy survivor

after a led zeppelin collided with yours truly,

a foo fighting beastie boy (George) talking head

found me in a comatose state

subsequently wishing I joined the grateful dead

upon suffering severe godsmack,

but thankfully rescued courtesy barenaked lady.

Weeks and months later

following intense physical therapy

being released from intensive care

and just on the cusp of resuming

I received my walking papers

as chief garbage taster,

which found me down in the dumps.

Fast forward (analogous to fast cars

believe me you, I espied a Fleetwood mac

racing on the information superhighway)

to the present, where I count my lucky stars

no police pulled me over

most likely because this defensive driver

went airborne as wings

(at the speed of sound),

where reo speedwagon avoided traffic

but unexpectedly needed

to dodge b-52's flying helter skelter.

Upon waking up early

on an September Autumn like day

serenity prevailed here

within the one bedroom apartment

cramped with the eight years worth

of cumulative belongings

mostly furnished courtesy

fellow tenants possessions

(the wife owns a reputation

any and all various and sundry

unwanted property from residents

who move out of this joint

here at Highland Manor Apartments,

or surviving family members

of a recently deceased occupant

automatically bequeathed

to her majesty

she will lug unwanted items

to Goodwill, Liberty,

or Worthwhile thrift store -

keeping for herself

whatever strikes her fancy),

or actually retrieving

functional material goods

dumped at the corral,

and ofttimes atop

a pile of rubbish inside the dumpster.

Though amiable dynamics,

the wife and yours truly

get along swimmingly

(in this dive - ha),

which rapport of former antagonism -

about equal to the half-life

of being legally wedded

once analogous to a war zone),

whereat even peacekeepers

linkedin to the United Nations

abandoned hope mainly

on account of one philanderer -

meaning the author of these words

spent an inordinate number of hours

posting and/or answering

personal classified advertisements

catering to the unflagging libidinal longings

of yours truly unsuspected by the wife,

who believed my terse explanation

that Mister Harris meeting -

actually a blind date,

you go figure -

merely to take a spot of tea

or coffee with a veritable stranger

of the female persuasion,

which thy spouse eventually discovered

visa vis lie videre licet licentious libertine

the *hit hit the fan

after the figurative lid got blown

subsequently consentaneously, instantaneously

simultaneously liaisons with other women

fomented rupture, that after countless years

left an indelible impact on the psyches

of me mate and two daughters,

who long since flew the coop

relegating estrangement

to foreign corners of soul asylum

never witnessing repair.

Though once upon a time

I winced with tears for fears

at the first born considered "daddy's girl"

propelling either offspring on the swing

(their hands tightly

clutched on the chains),

I never tired heaving them

into a soundcloud

watching them disappear

into wuthering heights

losing their religion

and investing their trust in me

NOT to push them with such force

they would end up

on the dark side of the moon

thus now those then little girls

likened to goo goo dolls,

whereat infrequent reunions

finds their papa (me)

feeling like a foreigner

analogous to how Dorothy,

a resident of the prairies of Kansas

before the tornado

swept her away to the Land of Oz in toto.

here within southeastern

Montgomery County, Pennsylvania,

encompassing quite a geographic swath

bordering Philadelphia County

to the southeast, including areas like Lower Merion,

Cheltenham, and Abington townships,

forming the southeastern boundary

of Montgomery County

within the larger Delaware Valley region,

plus this area characterized by integration

into the Philadelphia metropolitan area,

with significant towns and communities

that are well-connected to the city

by its transit and road networks.

Suburban sprawl punctuated

courtesy vinyl city,

which list of contractors

each left their respective

swiftly tailored, harried style signature,

yet none of these tract housing domiciles

can't hold a candle

to the original oldest buildings

or those individually built

with formal gardens and a manse size property,

whereby each majestic residence

possessed that je nais se qua

unique characteristic and personality

one mansion in particular special to me

originally named Glen Elm

and then encompassing

about The Hundred Acre Wood

constituted the house at Pooh's corner,

(which included about a half dozen acres),

I spent the majority of my growing up years

(actually initially constructed

as a summer getaway

for the Leiper's approximately,

(not to be redundant nor repetitive)

circa 1910 long since razed

from the roof possibly fifteen years ago,

now occupied with McMansions

that appeared to sprout along Stella's Way

a paved road formerly the gravel driveway

coming to a dead-end where the abode once stood

housing the Harris family,

who moved there February 28th, 1968.

Stimmler, one of the countless

home heating oil delivery company

resumed making their rounds

and topped off the furnace

when cold air seeped

throughout the domain

once a majestic place away from the city

surrounded with ample trees

that initially and imperceptibly

segued into a colorful picture of nature

for an artist or photographer

as the temperature

dipped below the comfort zone,

and father bolstered the wood pile,

that amassed into quite a sizable stack

(according to my humble opinion)

when summertime blues

(referring to the negative emotions,

like sadness, depression, and irritability,

that some people experience

during the summer months,

often linked to Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD),

nevertheless nature presented

a splash of the three

most common fall leaf colors

being red, yellow, and orange,

which colors revealed

as the leaves break down

their green chlorophyll,

unmasking pre-existing carotenoid pigments

(yellow, orange, and brown)

and, in some species,

forming new anthocyanin pigments

(red, purple, or blue)

exhibiting change because decreasing daylight hours

and cooler temperatures

signal trees to stop producing chlorophyll,

the green pigment that masks other colors,

which process of leaves changing color

in the fall called senescence,

a natural cycle triggered

by shorter days and cooler temperatures

signaling deciduous trees

as iterated to stop producing green chlorophyll

and reabsorb nutrients from their leaves

for winter dormancy,

and once the green pigment fades,

other colors—from yellow and orange

to vibrant reds and purples—become visible.

Even as a skeptic yours truly experiences

an unbridled ecstasy

at the silent scenic explosion of grandeur

and prone to ejaculate

"oh...how resplendently

and heavenly divine

to be a sensate being

extolling barenaked lady of Mother Nature

to witness to such beauty!"

here within southeastern

Montgomery County, Pennsylvania,

encompassing quite a geographic swath

bordering Philadelphia County

to the southeast, including areas like Lower Merion,

Cheltenham, and Abington townships,

forming the southeastern boundary

of Montgomery County

within the larger Delaware Valley region,

plus this area characterized by integration

into the Philadelphia metropolitan area,

with significant towns and communities

that are well-connected to the city

by its transit and road networks.

Suburban sprawl punctuated

courtesy vinyl city,

which list of contractors

each left their respective

swiftly tailored, harried style signature,

yet none of these tract housing domiciles

can't hold a candle

to the original oldest buildings

or those individually built

with formal gardens and a manse size property,

whereby each majestic residence

possessed that je nais se qua

unique characteristic and personality

one mansion in particular special to me

originally named Glen Elm

and then encompassing

about The Hundred Acre Wood

constituted the house at Pooh's corner,

(which included about a half dozen acres),

I spent the majority of my growing up years

(actually initially constructed

as a summer getaway

for the Leiper's approximately,

(not to be redundant nor repetitive)

circa 1910 long since razed

from the roof possibly fifteen years ago,

now occupied with McMansions

that appeared to sprout along Stella's Way

a paved road formerly the gravel driveway

coming to a dead-end where the abode once stood

housing the Harris family,

who moved there February 28th, 1968.

Stimmler, one of the countless

home heating oil delivery company

resumed making their rounds

and topped off the furnace

when cold air seeped

throughout the domain

once a majestic place away from the city

surrounded with ample trees

that initially and imperceptibly

segued into a colorful picture of nature

for an artist or photographer

as the temperature

dipped below the comfort zone,

and father bolstered the wood pile,

that amassed into quite a sizable stack

(according to my humble opinion)

when summertime blues

(referring to the negative emotions,

like sadness, depression, and irritability,

that some people experience

during the summer months,

often linked to Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD),

nevertheless nature presented

a splash of the three

most common fall leaf colors

being red, yellow, and orange,

which colors revealed

as the leaves break down

their green chlorophyll,

unmasking pre-existing carotenoid pigments

(yellow, orange, and brown)

and, in some species,

forming new anthocyanin pigments

(red, purple, or blue)

exhibiting change because decreasing daylight hours

and cooler temperatures

signal trees to stop producing chlorophyll,

the green pigment that masks other colors,

which process of leaves changing color

in the fall called senescence,

a natural cycle triggered

by shorter days and cooler temperatures

signaling deciduous trees

as iterated to stop producing green chlorophyll

and reabsorb nutrients from their leaves

for winter dormancy,

and once the green pigment fades,

other colors—from yellow and orange

to vibrant reds and purples—become visible.

Even as a skeptic yours truly experiences

an unbridled ecstasy

at the silent scenic explosion of grandeur

and prone to ejaculate

"oh...how resplendently

and heavenly divine

to be a sensate being

extolling barenaked lady of Mother Nature

to witness to such beauty!"

The imagined intimated response

linkedin to a swindler's

imagined thought bubble

silently spouting you ain't nothing

but a pluperfect sucker...

rendered penniless suffered

courtesy a financial blow

now left forced to eat crow

forfeiting every last red cent,

plus if applicable escrow

being analogous to an indentured servant

denied luxury and security of nest egg,

hence peace of mind to forego

pipe dreams given the heave-ho

resigned to dig up potatoes in Idaho

for peanuts and forced to panhandle

every now and again summon forth

plucking heartstrings of passersby

playing blues on the banjo

courtesy an anonymous Joe

such tramp winning

the PowerBall bajillion lotto

suddenly thrust into the spotlight

taking back the mean streets

the antithesis of Mister Rogers' neighborhood

videre licet aggressive manifesto,

and especially seeking vengeance

upon head(s) of miscreant swindlers,

who hoodwinked him now

said rags to riches antagonist

able, eager, ready and willing

to purchase quite a residence in Oswego

perched upon mountainous plateau

no longer forced to wander

aimlessly the streets of skid row

instrumental presenting slideshow

glorifying the upside of gentrification

to figuratively rescue

from urban blight undertow

of course with

the current Trump administration

such socially progressive programs

expected to be axed

no questions vis a vis veto.

"What in the name of Sam Hill"

(an early 19th-century American slang phrase,

a minced oath, meaning "What in the hell"

or expressing exasperation, surprise, or irritation)

blurted out time and again

when a heist (courtesy virtual den of thieves)

preys upon pitiful checking and savings accounts

not once, but countless times

necessitating me to change user name and password

(which measures seem minimally effective

to deter cyberpunks to ransack ala electronically

the scant money snatched

right under my figurative nose

not unlike taking candy from a baby

necessitating replacing Citizens Bank debit card,

but in record time unconscionable malfeasance

finds me in a lather

when for the umpteenth time

I experience monetary chicanery

and in a nutshell bemoan

these figurative bloodhounds

on a mission (not very impossible)

to hold a figurative gun to head, and rob me blind

lending heft to the maxim

a (this) fool and his money soon parted

seriously this fake Norwegian bachelor farmer

to end his life once and for all

during the spate of bitterly cold weather

jumping headlong into

the frigid waters of Lake Woebegone

which prompted me to flesh out the above scenario,

which hypothetical scenario I wrote

and posted countless poems and prose

excoriating the villainous misdeeds

perpetrated courtesy twenty first century

mean spirited unceasing continual predators,

whose net impact finds me

to sequester myself as a troglodyte

which nightmare scenario repeated time and again

whereby yours truly continuously targeted

at the unwelcome receiving end

while nonchalantly traversing the webbed wide world

unwittingly being tracked like some animal

oblivious to the cruel trickery

and before escaping the clutches of entrapment

fleeced and left to the fates

to succumb and grovel

amidst the emotional rubble

that formerly housed a coveted nest egg

that got stolen condemning me and the wife

to hand to mouth existence

barely able to maintain meeting the costs of living

though thankful to receive social security disability

as saving grace yet all eyes and ears

being hyper vigilant against depredations

vis a vis with malicious intent to defraud

any unlucky victim caught in the crosshairs

habitually yielding with passivity

versus blocking emails and telephone numbers

and/or simply ceasing to respond

to false promises of instant wealth

which always seems too good to be true

misled by false prophets whose aim

to dangle false profits.

must continuously be permanently

thwacked, lambasted,

furloughed and barred

(to late now) from remaining in the Whitehouse

after his 2024 presidential term ends.

The following written

when yours truly prescient

about forty months ago

(May second two thousand and twenty two,

when such foresight and insight

concurs with twenty/twenty hindsight of mine)

portended our United States of America

awaiting horrendous nightmare scenario.

Ducks of former self proclaimed Grand Poobah

getting lined up and goosed as these then words typed

after commander in chief

donned MAGA cap

trumpeting January 6th, 2021

as violent insurrection

Mitch McConnell got ribbing.

Poor sign,... I ham aghast, where

pigheaded previous president

(from Joseph Robinette Biden Junior)

concerned at increasing mind numbing popularity,

and looming ominous shadow

witnessed by Donald Trump,

a poor loser whose viciously

inexplicable resurgence against odds

despite his opprobrious person,

hence aye aerate thoughts,

how ass a nine his banal, demoniacal,

egomaniacal, fanatical,

guttural, hurtful, inimical

culling frightening insight,

where malicious, portentous,

salacious, venomous Portuguese

Man 'o War debacle

doth (now didst) crowdsource, flickr,

and indeed long foster

my plenti full overactive imagination

to induce writhing

expressions of fearfulness

proportionate burst of haughtiness)

while he doth stump

for becoming dictator,

would animate mine rear to expel

i.e. rather noxious flatulence

blasted from outward

doppelganger of rump

pull stilts skin cuz this chap

haint noah fan, but wood vouchsafe

tub be a Jimmy Neutron

and Spongebob Squarepants

ark n saw wing enemy

against da dull don dat does pump

swaggering bravado with fist swelling ego

analogous to his body

infected with severe case of mumps

that brazen denizen hurling

and spewing volcanic fiery spittle

with incense against others –

to him mere lumps

of protoplasm heckled as inferior to himself

boasts as proof of favoritism,

that enervating, endearing fawning,

gabbling feverish arrogant,

bombastic, chauvinistic, egotistical

mania for him jumps

higher than expected,

while he commits faux paws which bumps

his ratings higher, he gleefully endorses

pandemonium toward gloating gump

shun from the uproarious. querulous

and populous madding crowd.

Throughout relaunch of his campaign,

banally, devilishly, and fiendishly

character assassinating

those opposed to his views -

inducing me to harrumph and dump faith

in humanity, wondering what ruse

smart democratic pol mongers can conjure up

while pacing in soft shoes

woeful sentiments sans his attempt did render

(during 2020 race to White House)

competitors to drop out in ones n twos

whom he purportedly considers apostates,

and heathens cons heed

Make America Great use

all manner of

bullying, execrating, instigating

chaos, ferocious, insidious lies

determination, whose re: his occipital pupils

coalescing, hardening into searing

grape nut size wrath poisonous daggers

forcibly silencing any jeers

when necessary

plagiarizing neo Nazi playbook -

with a "who cares"

attitude closing in on pinteresting

for United States chess board foursquare,

which deliberate intent

to foment n wrought prostate-

music to those hoteliers billion dollar ears

defeating apprenticing contestants

hearing sobbing tears

with vitriolic violent bilious

inducing jabs of his a will full spears

reputations of personalities

(men and women politicians

his especial flavor of

scathing, scandalous, scabrous sordidness

spewed squeamishly

to grab by the figurative crotch

the hello kitty 2024 presidential election),

whether liberal, conservative,

heterosexual or queers

thus tis find this muddling

middle aged mwm

garden variety and generic guy

brandish, flourish, and nourish

psychic fractal brittle shears.