After President Joe Robinette Biden Junior withdrew from the presidential race...

Planet earth (the Mother of all)
breathed a collective
and palpable sigh of relief,
and I too deeply exhaled,
a foregone conclusion staved off
today July 21st, 2024,
whereat the audacious,
contumacious, discracious,
hellacious, marlacious, mendacious,
predacious, pugnacious,

salacious, ungracious,
voracious elephant
furiously stomping around the room
seems less imminent
to trample out the vintage,
where the grapes of wrath stored
hence wine not express relief
thee inevitable defiant ego-freezer
chances of bagging the election
considerably diminished

in the mind of yours truly,
cuz let's be honest,
the current commander in chief
odds of winning before he withdrew
would never have received
sizeable percentage of electoral votes
a snowball's chance in hell,
though I rue advocating quitting,
(especially as applies to yours truly - me)
withdrawing from less than half hearted labor,

that trace amount of ambition
witnessed courtesy exerting feeble effort
particularly toward various and sundry
countless vocational pursuits
when I happened
to be a perpetual student
matriculating at many
colleges/universities,
but graduating from none
except the school of hard knocks.

Vaingloriousness absent in my vocabulary,

cuz during formative years of mein kampf

mental, physical and spiritual development

I exhibited passivity involving
academic, interpersonal and athletic pursuits

and wonder where in the webbed, wide world

the days of my life
the existence of a very reformed
wandering Jew slung this earthling
around the black (hole)

threescore and six orbitz

since January thirteenth

two thousand and twenty four.

 

Longevity and mortality hopefully witness
remaining lifetime of mine

equaling an additional thirty three

totally tubular birthdays

roaming thru starry sky since mcmlix
after the common era

each day being alive celebrated
(like the jumping frog of Calaveras County)

a schizophrenic doubting thomas

at puberty his psyche markedly twain,
never put figurative nose to the grindstone

thus he feels undeserving

of pomp and circumstance,

when milestones barely accomplished

with minimal expenditure
of blood, sweat and tears
bajillion years before the human league

prolifically predominated planet,

when primordial earth, wind, and fire

shape shifting like a huge foghat,
whereby fluke of circumstances

triggered accretion of microbial organisms

 

eventually bridging cosmic infrastructure

vaguely analogous to symbiotic contra dance

differentiation of matter manifested

under a sheltering sky

begat seeds of life and white lily
ushering over milleniums
distinct plant and animal species
among the latter – beetle browed,

foo fighting, bountiful ink spots
soaking up osmotically
one after another lovin' spoonful

within small medium at large ink spots
organic molecules (monomers)
and complex organic molecules (polymers)
formed from inorganic materials
in the primitive atmosphere
fast forward eons later when clumped entities

deployed diploid doped baby boomer generation
among one feisty young married couple

succumbed to primal reproductive urge

begetting das scribe of these words

sometime around early/mid April

nineteen hundred and fifty eight.

From the get go
(as the product of a Geico caveman)
I exhibited nervous disposition

and if born today

would probably be hashtagged

as Asperger, cuz early development

foretold exceptionally docile behavior

withdrawn into nonsocial realm

quite evident as I attended grade school

slinking away from the madding crowd.