Poetic prognostication proves itself pathetic pablum

Despite countless factorial permutations

& combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms

seeking succor asper Somerset Maugham.

Mom mee whiz able to sic cure human bondage,

boot metastatic carcinoma snatched such balms

when tethered in utero umbilical connection,

etched bromide, which hankering calms

embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks

constantly subjected to exams

from the school of hard knocks,

which I bewail sets back and gloms

mine aim to revel in blissful contentment

course out of Homs way,

but circumstances decreed otherwise

cursing chap whose sweaty palms

foretold veritable haunted

elfin grotto where dwelt operatic phantoms

hovering over sweet clover dialing up mirage

yes...I iris sieve blurbs from gals and guys

that span World Wide Web,

who forewarn and exude against

premature ejaculatory ecstacy, puzzled

yours truly (a garden variety generic bloke)

detects giant bellowing fee fie fo fum

I smell the blood of an Englishman.

Be he alive or be he dead.

Meanwhile mine tenderfeet

totally tubular trod tedious trek

along the boulevard of broken dreams

what happenstance oft finds thyself to flail

amidst difficulty to maximize

optimal opportunities searching for Holy Grail

or whatever constitutes such lofty

personal objective, perchance being hale

and hearty of body, mind and spirit

spurs the furies of fate tut test this primate

while he aims to gallop with mighty industrial

vim and vigor leaving a virtual cloud

of dust, though mindfulness helps

to pass go, and chance avoiding jail

time, then maybe monopolized feedback offered

to this toothless mwm quasi-vegetarian

enjoying poetry stone soup, yet also subsisting

on supplementary vitamin packed glue tin free

NON GMO fruity tall tales for a male

thirty eight years shy being a centenarian,

which span of life best cut short with a nail

(possibly nine inches) hammered into

faux coffin, cuz this imp doth turn pale

at the prospect to fill up a space of land

best utilized by birds - such as quail

Mongoose, or ibis (though aye ne'er saw

one), where cremated ashes sail

across some verdant plain under

cerulean skies putting to rest every travail,

which thoughts of dem eyes spells

relief since potential homelessness -

the main impetus explaining this rambling spiel
(clumsily crafted near ten years ago)

the warp and woof ova gauzy veil

imperceptibly looms closer upon

turrets of my digital sea faring gunwale

and thus desperation finds pleading for salvation.

Before mine danse macabre doppelganger draws dagger

punctures skein tight yank key notched belt

housed within mine impenetrable

hermetically sealed invisible bubble

drapes with blackened Hades hued

habiliment therein dwelt

sinister saboteur mastermind

marauder of the Hubble

piercing fiery oculus rift presence unseen but felt

demands human sacrifice (me) to

traverse river Styx with unadulterated gelt,

which known phantasmagorical double

diabolical self amidst aftermath

from Armageddon rubble

astride charred global

housing ruins entire civilization melt

planetary paroxysm prognosticated

by Maya sages with 11^th hour stubble

birthed Darth Vader nemesis

with evil upon earth he did pelt

annihilating mankind,

the derelict species that fueled trouble

hence evil twin appointed

apocalyptic malevolence spelt
desiccation, humiliation, and laceration

upon once verdant veldt

with mass crematorium desecration

left horrific blistering welt!

Countdown to Homo sapiens extinction

predicted millenniums in past

ordained but never occurred December 21

two thousand and twelve after common era

whereby catastrophic spark

detonating inferno incinerating blast

eradicating extant flora and fauna

activating bereft hegira

with no means to interrupt the die

since the dawn of civilization cast,

but last minute reprieve granted.

Impossible mission to escape ominous

predetermined fate of human rat race,

nor turn back hands of time

with origin of species on clock face

thus ticking closer to hour of doomsday

without faith to brace

allowing, enabling and providing Gaia

to redeem terrestrial space

vestiges of teeming billions soon erased

criminal minds without evidence traced

forcefully relinquishing simians

planetary stranglehold amazing grace

proffering tabula rasa

for another dominant species to claim the place.

Sirens promulgate emergency impending

toward inescapable cataclysm

yet no place to run or hide

lest one boards a rocket light-years away

which makes suspense thrillers

birthed by John Grisham

enviable plot to keep

total Earth's destruction at bay.

Matthew Scott Harris, a lifetime America Online

meme bur hastens to convey dire

crisis sparking to offer electric nom de plume

a papa who did help sire

deux darling daughters,

now grown into young gals

yet for ages hive stung

with hurt early, whence fatherhood did fire

meow n childhood's end fostering people

strangers even fork getting this communication,

per S0S sprinkled with auk shucks corny,

egret - letting opportunities take flight aspire

now pleasures soft as gossamer feather bedding

down play hardened angst riddled psyche, where ire

Ronny gully stubbornly thrives

amidst adversity as father time spins gyre

row scope at greased lightning speed,

intimating with dead reckoning to hire

grim reaper, who whiz patient as Job,

and exemplary at ridding mire

and muck bogs down this dada robbing

existence with joie de vivre, where funeral pyre

doth flickr-beckoning GoDaddy, cuz

Juno I haint gonna hear angelic choir

or equivalent enlightenment re:

home sweet home, this atheist doggedly tire

so haim trying keep sea legs

one step ahead of tipping point

envision self pitched into abyss -

thus finally ends discombobulated wire.