I hate to belabor the point
hip hip hooray
though after four thirty o\'clock in the morning
yours truly ain\'t goo wing to lay
down his body electric
energized analogous to a live wire per-se,
thus he embarks on writing a poem today
an insomniac who best get an x-ray
of his noggin, which would show
his sixty plus shades of gray matter
surprisingly alert for a round of wordplay.
Circadian rhythm flux shoe waits where...
poetic feet doffed as sock writ tease profundity
(alter knit lee titled: vita in oculis nudato)
goo goo gaga born this way,
as a poker face I wanna yell
cuz, synonymous
with other wordsmiths, or...well
whatever will eire\'n burr,
a sought after creative
passionate pursuit aye tell
ye a boot me own
aha...eureka insightful
revelation explaining
ma quotidian writing spell,
for May twenty fifth
two thousand and twenty six
as phalanges skitter
across qwerty keyboard
at light in an attempt to quell
onslaught tidal wave crashing
upon me conscious state pell mell
which tsunami flood spongy
heady gray matter with hell
over high tide heals assailing,
bruiting, clobbering this fellow
low inducing (me) to play
Handel\'s Semantic Water Music
on the smallish piccolo cello
which Sirens of Tighten,
(who just appeared panting out of thin aire -
cuz wordsmiths can resort
to prestidigitation to make appear
any necessary entity
without rhyme or reason),
anyway, this sylph sea Oceanids nymph
i.e. mermaids didst dee clear
particularly via
barely audible verbal communication
sotto voce en dear
ring gently beckoning affinity
this modest heir
to secret himself within secluded lair
whence, an automatic
erectile flickr, kickstarted,
levitated, and manifested
an instantaneous jubilant
a writing idea kik cocked
after a wing and a prayer,
and lobbed me near
seductive tik tok shutterfly,
sedulous, and sedum
scented sir experienced hypnotic stare
charming froto into transcendent state
as if by magic the totally
tubular transcendence didst takecare
testicular proboscis didst inflate
aptly serving as modus operandi flagellate
thus proving a \"happy ending\"
against being celibate while flying
into the great beyond
after boarding a private jet from Xiamenair
straight away to Shangri-La
where I hope to pen a best seller
after uttering abracadabra in Chinese
while within zee plane the pilot
released a fragrant aroma
smelling like febreze
serving as aroma therapy
affects one like a narcotic
when smoking au naturale e-cigarettes
a ritual among the indigeneze
analogous to baking bread together
courtesy a multilingual American steward
born and bred in the land
of the rising sun named Louise,
whose hyphenated surname Ortiz
who in her off time referee\'s
under water basketweaving
that takes place underseas
founded by Xenocrates,
(c. 396–314 BC) a prominent
ancient Greek philosopher,
mathematician, and the second leader (scholarch)
of the Platonic Academy in Athens
(following Speusippus);
A devoted follower of Plato,
he expanded on his teacher\'s work
by integrating mathematical elements
into metaphysics and dividing philosophy
into three distinct branches:
physics, dialectics, and ethics.