Damn anticipatory anxiety affliction... trumps volition (mine) to don employee hat!

rew4er2nail

Until the grim reaper

whisks yours truly away

common joe just biden his time

chronologically old fogey

(albeit boyish looking goodfella)

at moon shadows he doth bay

 

meanwhile stricken with

dripping wet sweaty palms,

perhaps attired with
trademark Harris tweed

this August twelfth

two thousand twenty dog day,

 

viz just the mere thought

to seek part time employment -

cuz I wanna supplement

(social security disability) income

perhaps out of desperation

selling myself short on eBay

 

unless an anonymous reader

espies adept ace at foreplay
i.e. whereby his linkedin word choice

oft times evokes double entendre

essentially this poetaster

at large concocts gourmet

 

reasonably rhyming literary cuisine -

thus hip hip hooray

invariably an anonymous

respondent will inveigh

against playful badinage,

and/or perchance some grumpy

 

humorless cat (woman)

originally whose nine lives spent
housed within San Jose

will take objection with base (sic)

lame ribaldry (mine) laughable

courtesy none other than kkk,

 

(kooky, klutzy, and kitschy tendency)

who though reformed Caucasian Jew

coon sitter me laughingstock, nevertheless

(modesty notwithstanding)

he brews the best latte

this side of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,

 

where whiplashing, madding, and

clamoring crowd fuels melee

along Perkiomen trail

over hills and across Atlantic Ocean

eventually leads to Norway,

which namesake river from “Pakihmomink,”

or “where the cranberries grow.”

 

Rather than get further

bogged down with inane zeal

I best steer clear of poetic poppycock
courtesy imaginary wheel

 

thus the following pablum I unveil

nsync with titled malady all to real,

which plight involves hyperhidrosis

quite a debilitating ordeal,

 

especially when thinking

to pursue gainful employment

emphatically steadfast

and honest think (me) leal

course this humble communicates

 

(hyperbolically) embodiment ideal

if seeking to gain insight how I feel

about myself, a tense body
inept to cartwheel.

 

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 12th, 2020 12:33
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 27
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