Politesse pleases me...

thank you very much
for letting me clutch
your attention courtesy
sharing following thoughts
thru reading my poem analogous
to invisible electronic,
fantastic, kinetic... touch.

Manners work like a charm
equivalent to abracadabra to disarm
truculent nasty shortish brutes

who thrive causing harm.

Being well mannered
worthwhile to employ,
(whether Semite or goy)
if feeling surly
can supplant mood with joy,
the perfect spock
(to kindle camaraderie)
just ask Leonard Nimoy
milk of human kindness

if lactose intolerant

(such as yours truly) substitute soy
popular among gentile folk,
whose genetic pigmentation
low on melanin
hence snooty learned logophile
introduces the word Xanthochroi
for other linguaphiles

out there voyaging in cyberspace,

whose mindfulness clamors for etiquette

which nowadays encompasses

the webbed wide world,
where online netiquette

practiced by ne'er do wells, who bet
their bottom dollar

courtesy sinister motives fuel zest,
where he/she, they/them can wrest

every red cent

from an unsuspecting victim
seducing yours truly

for instance highly stressed

to the max exhausting,
marauding, and yanking nest

egg, now one wordsmith

at large hard-pressed,
which misfortune of mine addressed
in previous poems,
whereby I mentioned
desperate plight, hence
gofundme page titled
implacable ill fate battered wealth

bombed checking and savings accounts
with professional ruse and stealth

robbed me at ATM point,
whereat varmint found

compliant and obedient participant

able, eager, ready and willing

to buy the Brooklyn Bridge

which got "sold" a staggering

4,160 different times

between 1883 and 1928.

Haint no more gullible traveler
reduced to a lilliputian
than he who didst write

this poem and claimant
professing money suddenly tight

got myself in quite

a pickle, which penniless agony

grips me most violently at night

when stowed away

in my rook re: a forlorn knight

whose psyche took a tumble

from immense height

knocking me senseless
and cents less readily
admitting 20/20 hindsight,
a spectacle framed as laughingstock
courtesy ignoble trumpeting derelict

swaggering with bravado

trouncing former
savvy wise guise

i.e. mine acutely aware

regarding the ways

of pervasive wickedness

proliferating across

webbed wide world
sixty plus shades of gray matter

painfully pinched, where "gotcha"

forever chiseled, emblazoned, inked,

lodged, notched, stitched, tattooed...

within the windmills of my mind.