Saturday...As Usual King Friday

(noah dee ya what activated the
followwing mumbo jumbo gumbo
potpourri.)

Within this cavernous mounting,

and hollow belly aching

numb skull dud jar re: o' mine

mailer daemons craw ling

besieging, bemoaning, and

begrudging silence, a sibling

heart of darkness changeling

swapped within freshly

earthen grave dug -

corpse heard feebly echoing

sound of deathly hallows heaving -

off vitiating undertakers jabbering

rodomontade synchronized tolling

tintinnabulation subterranean spilling

repercussion, repeating,

resonating, reverberating,

where fecund imagine nation

of mine be whit ching

usually thrives amidst long fostering

linkedin lovely double crossing

bones (of yours truly) ordinarily inundated

nonstop ear writ hating

brothers Barnum and Bailey ringing

sear kiss clangorously leavening

with plethora yeast heard dough ping

pong of competing

ideas grotesquely aping

charade, facade holographing

instagramming, jangling,

kindling ludicrously masquerading,

but now at this moment

drawing nothing but blanks

that only bring stint ting

lee reddit (Matt Scott) tickled

yule us rubbish, where

gray matter sluggish plea zing

the missus, who asked

herb huzz zah bin (pair sight feeding)

insinuating yawping lovey

dovey mulcting quivering

consternation droning, mocking

twittering bird like,

while (I) sought

out (on a broken wing),

and pitiful prayer, squeezing

my trap pea zoid cinched cerebral

cache sheared thinker

watt bright idea

to write vapid lee intra sting

poppycock to unsuspecting readers

mush doo doo about no thing

substantial, cuz no fanciful, nope

not even a sing

gew(gaw) lure idea lamely, grandly,

nor blandly forthcoming,

which mental impasse,

wretchedly, viciously, unduly

thoroughly, roundly severely it ching

most unbearably torturing

of any crisis assaulted, experienced

and/or imagined by scriveners xing

themselves setting themselves like yang king

doodles precariously balance sing

their quotidian ying.