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As I ponder what to write

today august thirtieth

two thousand eighteen,

thy ploy doth in vite

a gamut of spontaneous thoughts,

that loosely cluster

before becoming tight

lee bound toward

quasi definitive agreeable, amenable,

and attainable in sight

with no deliberate intent

to suppress perspective

couched asper left of political right,

though mine embedded

liberal democratic ideology

automatically shifts, gingerly

escorts, inherently focuses,

and understandably dodges quite

unconsciously, naturally, and expressly

viz zit ting orientation trained mindset

spiked railroad ties to follow

a NON "FAKE" conservative track,

cuz existential plight

of this run of the

NON mill (let) airy night

owl hoot trumpets,

thru his pen chant

pedantic laden poetic might

(albeit gently modest)

with artful badinage,

garbage, and persiflage light

nsync with his (my) being,

an aspiring good (rook key) knight

calculating, formulating, intuiting,

where to shine

his (mine) figurative jacklight

asper shying away

NOT to antagonize

predicated on me

humble extrasensory insight

drawing, distancing, and detaching

metaphorical grip,

sans innate bias height

end from lifetime

steeped within progressive

(forward thinking atheistc) paradigm,

hence impossible to adopt

a totally tubularly neutral

point of view presents avowed challenge

to present opinions of yours truly

without instigating a verbal

and/or virtual gunfight

boot hoop fully friendship,

asper attempting tubby forthright,

and apologizing for

any stinging backlash

if accidental affront,

thus encouraging healthy

discourse without excite

ting vitriolic, toxic,

and/or dramatic dogfight

with this cat tug gar rick cull

poet hood dont bite!