I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!

One "FAKE" Wingman Flying

Via O'hare To Dublin y'know

Cuz, The Leprechaun within

me, seeks young sprig poe

whet tick friend in toto,

though nowhere to be found despite search team

loudly trumpeting thru depleting fresh air

supply terrestrially polluted atmosphere,

asper the unknown whereabouts, regarding

said royally titled quasi legally inherited bare

naked lady loving bastard oven heated affair

son last seen donning Herringbone Wool headwear

supplemented by Irish merrino wool sweater

and custom made Hemp (smoking hot) pants

informing observer with seedy, faux debonair,

and pseudo (reed "FAKE") suave cultured couture

clothing automatically camouflaging to disappear

without a trace, thee alluded to rival to the throne

(Irish to keep ye in the dark) like chocolate eclair

secret recipe (one takes to the grave), unless held

at gunpoint by bonafide Machiavellian consigliere

ruthless if necessary forcing captive to declare

high fidelity, indemnity, loyalty, et cetera to a

life of lawlessness adopting anonymous incognito

guise accepting bewig noggin with long knotty hair

tattoo skin with "FAKE" scars to accentuate fear

factor accepting (blood bonded) brotherhood till

death do you part loot, pillage, vandalize, et cetera

in a blitzkrieg effort (albeit violently) to repair

evenly distribute disparity between 1% and 99%

grassroots uprising (peopled with migrants) spear

writ ting their exploitation at the (Taj Mahal) bear

sized paws swiping at susceptibility, vulnerability,

inequality, et cetera series of unfortunate events

decreed, instilled, ordained clamped like ironware

shackling one generation after another, an outright

outdated, on par as anachronism, feudalism, stoicism

where stark difference between rich and poor unfair,

especially, cus the latter labor sweat of their brow,

which backbreaking toil essentially endows wealthy

at expense of grunt work signalling ominous nightmare.