This Bumptious Poet ©

Once again dear reader,

aye strive to regale ye

with in apropos prate,

(nee inane) vain

null gibberish in order to suss stain

mine infamous reputation

with the singular word pain

in thee...online

literary milieu, where this main

stream (babbling virtual

brook call lean)

tin hatted man,

qua zee moat tow "FAKE" King

po' whit laureate selective keen

a boot (sally ling forth)

hemming and hawing,

while feigning bing

a suave hill Billy blue jean

wearing brand Levi Strauss,

(a posthumous plug)

for a savvy German

businessman hood deed glean

prospective market for

denim made easy to clean

material donned by lumpen

proletariat aye assert

would be my status

if born circa

late eighteen hundreds by

a moo their and father,

both named (Elisha) Eli

for short slaving away to feed,

and clothe this then little guy,

who whiz fain to appreciate my

(dirt poor station in life well nigh

larded with love,

and non verbal re: ply

thee above fictitious

i.e. "FAKE" parents rye

zing far and above

penury and did try

their level best

to hammer out

round the clock rockin

round the clock

nsync with the paradigm

of Abraham Maslow,

albeit modified ad hoc

accepting with humility,

poverty how to jock

key providing basic brood

of offspring and subtly mock

king bourgeoisie, re: (unpretentiously

unflattering discrete actions), while rock

king to thee western civilization

trappings of schlock,

ah and oh...no doubt

precious time, aye

did fritter and flout

away distracting sorely tendered,

kindled, and cherished attention

thus metaphorically affecting thee

with equivalent, where

yar entire body riddled with gout.