Off the beaten track

A plethora of attention
focused on twentieth anniversary
regarding terrorist attacks

upon American soil nine eleven

two thousand and one,
thus Schwenksville poet
opted for his best métier write.

While riding atop a yak

both feet went wickety wack

trudging beast of burden a throwback

to the brainchild

of John Mauchly and J. Presper Eckert

devised Electronic Numerical

Integrator and Computer
otherwise dubbed ENIAC

cumbersome invention

programing machine no easy knack

also impossible mission or fit in pocket

book versus handy to tote

laptop perfect fit inside day pack.

As an aging long haired

pencil neck geek baby boomer

who reckons himself

as schleppy (snoop doggy dog) self groomer

cannot escape scornful passersby
sneering, snickering and snorting

at me, an utter embarrassment to humanity,

who also sports sophomoric humor.

Unfair for yours truly

to saddle anonymous readers

which travails of mine

analogous overburdening

an old decrepit ass,

hence lumpenproletariat

marxist (brother) fellow,

whose insensitivity

could be interpreted as crass

subsequently aiming figurative sights

upon fresh fields,

where leaves of grass

harvested by me one

Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe

ofttimes dashes off to Lake Woebegone

to escape madding crowds who harass

him, cuz he accentuates whole foods

with plenty of fiber to avoid

experiencing lower gastrointestinal impasse

acquiring moniker windbag

courtesy humongous formed rectal mass

necessitating the expertise of Nass

(another name for Nishga -

a member of a branch

of Tsimshian people

of British Columbia inhabiting Nass

River basin and/or dialect of Tsimshian

spoken by Nishga)

homeopathic remedies outclass
those of 21st century medicine,

said indigenous people

interpret objection toward their

age old medicinal practice as sass
even consider disagreement violation,
a figurative criminal mind to trespass
and the subject in question

a veritable, (albeit harmless) wiseass.