Thus what follows constitutes the random
occurring gibberish guaranteed to stymie
even the oddest season of the witch
buoyed aloft by
Bedknobs and Broomsticks,
which flying contraption
predated the Wright Brothers contrivance.
When in the course of human events,
I stopped making sense
evidenced by the following poppycock
one hypothetical example
showcasing trademark dialogue,
when alone in the wilderness
between myself and alter ego
accentuates swiftly tailored
divergent elements
of harried style
and swiftly tailored Cheshire copycat
between yours truly
and his doppelgänger
somewhere out there
alive to the sound of music
where dischordant off notes
for logical positivism
undermine seamless continuity
imagined courtesy yours truly,
where reality spinning atop
Earth like compatible planet
often accompanied by variations
on a Garrison Keillor tagline,
considering one of his
many fictional products
where the jingle of one faux fix
from the cares and concerns
of an uncertain future
where life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
ideally unfold within a parallel universe
where white is black and black is white
and the laws of Quantum physics,
(the branch of science that studies
how matter and energy behave
at the smallest microscopic scales,
such as atoms
and subatomic particles)
generally defy electric
kool aid acid test
as temporarily established
courtesy Sir Isaac Newton
categorized as classical physics
brought good things to life
attempting to ascribe
order to the universe
but eventually at a loss to account
at least for one
humorous Homo sapiens sapiens
from Lake Wobegon Minnesota
the little town that time forgot
and the years could not improve
captivated attention
oven overactive imagination
with his ears figuratively
glued to the radio
every Saturday night at six o\'clock
broadcast A Prairie Home Companion
live primarily from the Fitzgerald Theater
(originally called the World Theater)
in Saint Paul, Minnesota
deeply lodged and yoked
egg shaped noggin of mine
illustrated by the tastefully conjured
innovative mouth watering
catchy unforgettable ditty,
whereat he doth captcha
\"One little thing can revive a guy,
and that is home-made rhubarb pie,\"
or \"Nothing takes the taste
of shame and humiliation
out of your mouth
like Beebopareebop Rhubarb Pie.\"
YoursKept up until
the wee hours of this morning
binge reading Project Hail Mary
(mentioned in a previous poem)
only at this juncture down
to the last fifty or so pages
whereby the American
science fiction author Andy Weir
spun this crash test dummy
into quite a mind bending
out of this world saga
incorporating a gamut
of advanced science and math minutiae
whose spectrum of knowledge
found me experiencing
an inferiority complex
incorporated with envy at smarts
of hefty brainiac
whose blithe infusion
expanded cosmic consciousness
of mine viz quantum leaps
and maybe yours truly
will send the writer
of said Magnum Opus
a tour de force
that didst rocket
one bookworm
into the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
where dark shadows
cast a pall
across the universe I occupy.