Liberated righteous dextral leftist freed from hands of time

rew4er2nail

Axed dent of circumstances
(series of unfortunate events
courtesy Lemony Snicket)

adze hatchet marks
to sexagenarian mortal
and finds yours truly liberated,
whereby no obligatory constraints


obliges forcible adherence

synchronizing Circadian rhythm
linkedin within Capital One paradigm
minutely crafting, daisy chaining

involuntarily ceding cradle to grave

man made artificial construct

(dismissing one livingsocial away


alone in the wilderness off the gridlock)

co-opting every precious moment

comprising hour quotidian existence

to sustain swiftly styled
harried tailored lifestyle

affording bajillion Homo sapiens

luxury to scold frantic scramble,


freedom to scurry frantically
twenty four seven madcap rat race
formerly existing (millenniums ago)
as "noble savage"
courtesy Jean Jacques Rousseau
ah...remember those glory days

now, grudgingly,


niggardly... unwittingly
compromising pleasant dreams

jarring deeply slumbering
body electric groggily awake
liberty, courtesy alarming wake up

to toil away making dem
big dearly beloved bucks

 

essentially entering holy grail
searching made more worthwhile

thankless fracas, fray, fraught
pitting one beasty boy against t'other

survival of fittest in overdrive
(Charles Darwin taken aback),
how origin of most ruthless species

went a courtin for dazzling,


jazzy, regal trappings
supposedly to ease
grueling laboring mind numbing
lumpenproletariat, when after

devoting, sacrificing, venerating...

prime mating years
take respite, and


hire oneself out
as independent contractor,
versus sedately pathetic mundane...

you bet your life faux gameshow
in relation to this

self ostracized wordsmith

scratching out literary endeavors.

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 17th, 2022 09:37
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 10
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