Courtesy the mighty Amazon successful deliverance reported...

Regarding unexpected Gadshill gift

(as if delivered from Magi)

tamper proof wrapped,

thus an obligation goads me

to communicate following

trademarked™ poetically apt

reasonable rhyme capped

with feeble airborne attempt,

no matter arms waved futilely,

madly, and ridiculously flapped

fortunately I eluded being kidnapped

by men in white coats

spellbound and rapt

before arriving at 20965 Young Avenue

Bend, Oregon 97703-8461

without energy being zapped.

The abovementioned transmission to whit

hesitantly, yet immediately, wisely scuttled

cuz analogous to Icarus, a free spirit

ignoring Daedalus warning soaring

too close to the sun

earning stronger epithet than "you nit"

true to adolescent hubris,

the son blithely ignoring

his father as a hypocrite,

but honest to goodness truthfulness

of above line entails

caution and discretion I readily admit.

Just now, I sample

Navitas Organics blueberry

hemp power snack(s)

wondering how many chewy squares

yours truly needs to consume

before me noggin

goes wickety wickety wack,

but... just maybe amply ingested

cubed plant based superfood

could allow, enable and

provide me means to take flight,

whereby off gray carpeted tarmac

goes Matthew Scott Harris.

So best be on the lookout okey doke

for one nondescript buzzfeeding bloke

long haired pencil necked geek fella,

who juiced awoke

and suddenly found himself at Trader Joe's
(with a twenty dollar gift card)

among garden variety generic folk

such as special people spanning Costco calendar,

who sport and trumpet surnames such as

Dunning, Harris, McGeehan no joke,

yet amidst madding crowd there could be

spy versus spy donning dagger and cloak.

anyway hoop fully thee above laughter did evoke,

perhaps e'en yar own literary juices

I didst unwittingly stoke.