The unconscionable spectre of Harvey Specter...

rew4er2nail

A diabolical, inimical, piratical,
and venal worm,
whose cut throat devious shenanigans
found yours truly to squirm;

his addiction to money (mine)

sated until he sucked me dry

analogous to nicoderm,

yet impossible mission

to smoke out the most minute germ

converting life savings of mine
into bitcoin cyber currency.


Horrible reality of being hoodwinked,
preyed upon human vermin
immediately upended high jinxed mien
floundering ten thousand leagues

under the cyber sea
analogous to Titanic submersible.

I always feel myself surprised

to what length con artists (scammers)

expend themselves, when they

(he, she) could be

productive citizens of society.

 

In plain English,
yours truly got blindsided, extorted
interrogated, needled,

tricked, and frankly zapped

courtesy fobbing off

honest to goodness verity
springing from computer malware
kickstarting me to be virtually robbed

in broad daylight

with the fullest consent of

self anointed aspiring poet,
(steeled against irony


as if liberating money
in both saving
and checking accounts – two of each
emptied out as if expunged funds
belonged to somebody else),
when delivering a sucker punch
that cost me more than

thirteen thousand dollars

inviting such thoughts

to overdose on prescription medication.

 

Hence, the shonda rhyme

of utter literal pennilessness

decries hatred linkedin
proclaiming scathing wretchedness
upon the talking head
(with a clipped dialect)
ensnaring unsuspecting victims
(lower case in point -

writer of these words),
when Macbook Pro laptop
got rendered non functionally disabled
thank you ghost in the machine,
wherein reigned indubitable chaos.

Hence, loss of nest egg
(found me cracked up)

regarding resultant monetary liquidation
fall of the crowded house ushered

disquisition without hesitation
briefly describing my death
originally due to fetal positioned
congenital psychological affliction

and today's painful aggravation,
when countless Benjamins
gussied up as hobgoblins

 

joined human league
averse to plaintive benediction
thence, this with mine jetblue
skinny legs like a chicken
his (mein kampf) got dealt mortal
(who gives a hoot) blowfish
rem mains disintegrated
by mailer daemons usurped dereliction,
whereby sanity given eviction
in the subsequent fiction


that makes feeble attempt
to evoke stricken gumption,
where eons ago nihilistic thoughts rode
roughshod to wreak humiliation
upon prepubescent initiation,
whereby the antithesis of jubilation
kept the author (yes, yours truly)
like a trapped mouse
in a cat protected kitchen,
where no cheeses cur heist
could rectify or bring libation.

Noah hide dee ya what mailer daemon
possessed this earthlinked
live nada so hotmail
to splutter so much persiflage
as evidenced above and in the following.

Ye might well categorize
the palaver as pure llama
heaped dung attempting
to sneak into yar consciousness
as some esoteric badinage aspiring
to convey that this doodler
with words adroit
with the english language.

Temptation to bid fare thee well

bah humbug anguish
cuz down the gullet goes lethal drug
e'en without any farewell hug
after smacking lips polished
off deadly drink from mug.

Within reverie long fostered hankered freedom

at last attained to exit silently

terrestrial real estate oblate spheroid

during hulu heralded century 21,

which would deliver

(ants sir) rectifying eternal senescent deliverance.

Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness

and goodwill toward men/women

served as a mere pretense

extant the global arcade.

Nothing boot charade, enfilade

(albeit with limp poetic/

prosaic pugnacious), facade,

gilded hilariously inside jackass.

Ever since he kickstarted lifelessly,

his noggin oddly plunged quietly

resting as a deceased shutterfly

tonight under vaporous wisps
as somber mood prevailed

amidst the cloistered silence imposed from
the shunted cremated preference
re: symbolic (logical)

figurative burial of Matthew Harris
subsequently reincarnated as soft dust.

Potter's field here I come,
one harried styled swiftly tailored
faceless book earthworm member
joined the rank n file

of his slimy brethren n cistern
when a mortal male

(crushed courtesy cruel

cockamamie crime) ceased

to live June twenty first
two thousand twenty three.

I foresaw how miserable fate worse than death
resolved, albeit at loss to kith and kin
of beloved brother, father to deux

darling grown daughters and husband
since July twenty fifth nineteen ninety six
now left destitute and widowed.


Immune to antics of scallywags,
the grim reaper undertook requisite business

and swung a his scythe with effortless breath
and started coffin.

He exhaled little billows of cold air

while awaiting the hearst

carrying lifeless body

of none other than me doppelganger.

Prior to imagined demise, I took special pains

to select an ideal piloted kamikaze pilot plot.

A mossy glen with a mill by the pond

of my boyhood swimming hole

served like the ideal welcome mat

for the return of this native son

long gone from his family estate of Glen Elm.

At pinnacle of storied fame
death struck (with welcome arms) unexpectedly

while dodging the madding crowd

off hucksters, punsters,

and xenophobic bummers

jostling to get a glimpse of renown author,

where paparazzi seemed

destined to track me down.

As the advocate of countless essays

on inalienable rights

for all creatures large and small,

no pause from the hounding

local populace offered peace of mind.

Until now!

The prospect of dying

never scared this non-believer.

Cessation of consciousness

essentially served completion of life

in corporeal form

and reconstituted physical being

into grist for other organisms to flourish.

Karma and glorious unique characteristics

comprising each of our respective charisma,

dogma, and persona

(generally comprising an enigma

to the world) absorbed

after contract with cosmic creator lapsed.

Brief occupancy on this terrafirma

as inscribed in genetic code

(merely a blink of an eye

in the universal schema)

gave this now deceased dreamer

notion to maximize enjoyment of each day.

One need not globe trot

(and boast of espying exotic places),

but could experience inner harmony

by imbibing the present.

Simple pleasures that abounded

in the wild or evoked via creative imagination

of august writers supplied

ample sustenance for satisfaction.

Contemplative and introspective mien

prompted Eros to be discerned

in the grand canyon of Mother Nature

in tandem with personal motive

to indulge like-minded thinkers

since the beginning of time.

Any given day frequently found thoughts

turning over every figurative

jagged rolling stone

when the veiled, shrouded, cloaked...
characterization invoking angel of death

might silently spring a surprise visit,

which metaphysical thought

interestingly enough gave sigh of relief.

Why?

Upon termination of enjoying existence

in living color, the eradication

of this pet peeve of mine i.e.

anxiety/ panic attacks

interwoven with inxs

of obsessive compulsive behavior

would dissolve into basic elements

of earth, wind and fire.

No iota amount of matter

marshaled the non-entity dimension

would assume command.

Those former psychological trials

would thence be relinquished

from their parasite role

and recompose cells

of one mortal man (me)

into matter to be recycled

into raw materiel

for other organisms to feast upon.

Basic constituent cells

of Homo sapien in question

would become necessary seeds

for some other manifestation

for plant or animal development.

Godaddy maggots sans fancy feast,

a best buy per this former

foo fighting beastie boy,

whose nihilistic outlook

promulgated within his in utero psyche.

Gestation as an embryonic fetus,

the potential live, googly eyed,

earth-linked, wannabe hotmail prodigy

harbored no oshkosh bug gosh

pinterest to remain

in the world wide web of bad company.

Hence, nothing could mollify measly

mumbling linkedin kibitzer,

albeit progressive matchless

who unwittingly opened

the red box of Pandora.

Molecular features

would assume novel combinations

thru said degradation of flesh,

yet improvisation of biology

would wield wasted corpse

that once epitomized an articulate,

civil, enumerate, glib, invertebrate,

kind male into novel marvels

of unpredictable genus and species.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 22nd, 2023 06:36
  • Category: Sad
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    Ghost of a story.



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