Me... creature of comfort? Bah

Once again mine lock, stock

and barrel trade in balderdash

finds yours truly (i.e. me)

to type poem frisson a$$ off

as dentures chatter and gnash,

while still inside me gobstopper,

(the sole way to generate

plea for coveted heat),

which will moost likely

meet chilly reception

whereby ye will predictably

not even bat an eyelash

perchance receive critical backlash

'pon reading what qualifies

as mine trademark mishmash,

yet though just axing you to quash

knee jerk reaction, or

unfairly con sitter me brash

not trying to make waves splash,

cuz yours truly prefers

amenable conflict resolution versus

airing sentiments online,

where differing opinions

spark byte size clash,

diminishing sympathy for

devilish dude with toothless flash,

(who by the way could benefit

courtesy bajillion dollars in cash),

though lavish largesse

much appreciated stash.

Superfluous here within chilly apartment

reasonably rhyming lament,

cuz central heater spews

cool air out vent,

no matter Kevin with son Kyle

(two man maintenance crew)

formerly named recently

replaced small circuit board,

mine genuine acknowledgement

once given, I surmised meant

his professional technical services

would be unnecessary,

until hot steamy summer weather

necessitates well mannered climate

controlled environment,

whereby malfunctioning

central air conditioning,

would find yours truly

donning bare banal civilities

(think emperor and his

new nonexistent/see thru clothes)

as totally tubular tumblr

harmless long haired fervent

pencil necked baby boomer gent

chilling profusely sweaty geek,

(matt her horn fact dashing

apostle impossible mission

not to chuckle testament)

speeding unsightly birthday suit

scaring old fogey folks out their wits,

especially seeing petrified

atrophied balled naughty BitTorrent.