A bookish bound man obsessed for knowledge crafts long poem

1.
This hunger artist cannot read
volumes of printed material fast enough
to satiate an immense appetite
and unquenchable thirst
to acquire learning from
the millenniums gushing fount of
cumulative chance revelations,
(or deliberate intent to validate
a premise vis a vis via
private investigative research),
thus unwittingly setting alight
an intense inquisitiveness sans
this curious George primate
experiencing the equivalent
of mental non fallacious

figurative enthusiasm analogous to:

patriotism, phototropism, priapism...),
whose every waking hour,
(when not tending toward
the basic needs for survival
as a seeming foreigner -
journey ying in this helter skelter,
madcap, slaphappy, whirled wide web)
expended to enrich the yawping
immeasurable volume mine fist size
housed cerebellum buzzfeeds

shrouded within skull and cross bones,
a vast scope of innumerable chunks
of fascinating, fortifying, and fulfilling
various subject matters,

that when pursued

to an approximate logical conclusion
yields abundant esoteric information.

 

These sundry shiny, salutary

nuggets of wisdom send a surge

within this once

a pawn a time white knight
(holed up in his rook re:)

of orgasmic sensations

coursing throughout each

neuron and axon of this gourmand

famished for (imagine if you will)

overflowing platters full of

juicy, fruity, and bounty tea full volumes

of incredible edible raw bits

2.
(toothsome incredible mental edibles
satiating faux lower

and upper indentured craving
most satisfactorily) with byte size tidbits

of savory, tasty, ultimately vaunted

mouthwatering hors d'oeuvres teasing me

to such fancy feast ohm my dog
amp pulley serving one godaddy

gloriously heightening inexplicable

joie de vivre keen longing making

tongue lick lips in anticipation

to partake from Smörgåsbord

of expansive culinary cuisines.

 

Though nada lick of evidence concluded
that hair color plays a role,
(especially plait tin ham),
I chose an arbitrary hue
(without arbitration, deliberation,
or genuflection) hair raising experiment
to be illegally blonde - courtesy

of hydrogen peroxide

as a last ditch effort to increase

the rate my noggin can absorb

page after page of sought after

printed information, less

to impress anybody, but more so

to satisfy an incessantly voracious

yen to understand, which

(as a minor side effect) possibly

increases the weight of thine

sixty plus shades of gray cerebral matter.

 

Thee correlation asper whether

a lighter tinted non natural tone

of genetically decreed follicles

(sprouting within Ziegfeld Follies

like tender brownian growth -

thread wide spindles in the case of myself),

I certainly experienced, invited,

and measured quantifiable uptick

in incidents involving being queried

as a smart schnorrer in a city

where the streets have no names)

adorning straggly strands

striving superiorly regaling

this Tess T uber ville wondrous tourist

with crackling, popping, and snapping

3.
electrical charges, which (as a side note)
allowed, enabled and provided

a pronounced ability, whereby

contents of pages got vacuumed

within a blink of an eye to imbibe

(without any adverse reaction

of heady inebriation not jeopardizing

body, mind or spirit of Brexit ting

away courtesy Yankee doo dill ling

confounding basic auburn zillions

of tough proteins called keratin.