Pyrex pot filled to the brim...

topping off moderate size toilet bowl
accidentally escaped mine clutches
and slipped out of my grasp,
when simultaneously attempting
the most impossible feat
then known to man or beast
even more challenging and risky
than a mission
to the outer limits
of the twilight zone
getting swallowed (tail and all)
into dark shadows
that appeared like Old Rotten Gotham

sliding down into the behavioral sink,

where pitch black inky darkness
analogous to an eternal edge of night
synonymous with the

dark side of the moon,

the above scenarios
less problematic a task
than to open the refrigerator door

shut tight and hermetically sealed
courtesy sticky gummy goo,
a combination platter
of spilt and splashed foods and drink
congealed, glommed, laminated
and more tight lipped
than pigs in a poke

yes - stuck tighter
than eyes wide shut,
where the wife oblivious
to the above mentioned catastrophe
industriously, furiously
and cooly whipped
instant mashed potatoes
into such a frenzy,
she stirred awake
once dormant banshees,
whose howl reminded
an attentive listener
to the poem by the same name
courtesy Allen Ginsberg
a prominent Beat
Generation poet and writer,
who figuratively shattered
the then established paradigm
left a lasting impact
on American counterculture,
whereat his radical writing
and advocacy for social change
shocked traditional critics
with its raw honesty,
whence tenets, dogmas, and codas
they got rent asunder
into a bajillion enigmatic obsolescent
metaphysical potsherds,
whereby subsequent generations
wrought philosophical tinker toys

and felled courtesy erector set

with itty bitty teensy weensy
tools of the trade
brushed scattered thought-provoking

universal inquiries about life and death,

where once upon a time
antithetical beliefs could justify
a premature demise
and would not wait
for the cows to come home and roost
by church and/or state
and a stay of the executioner
would or could
not wait for a fair trial,
decreed to death by king
where innocence could not negate

decree and debating what came first

the chicken or the egg

something to mentally cogitate

while the body electric
being raked over hot coals
quickening by unquantifiable
degrees of magnitude
understandably increased the heartrate

on rare occasions,
when the proletariat posse
donned the guise of justice
and trumpeted some measure
of peace and harmony
overthrowing the raving tyrannical monster
to concede (accepting
being a sore loser) and abdicate
by popular demand or else
an ICE see sale him lot
thee madding crowd would consent

to euthanasia pestiferous bloviated
egotistical enfant terrible crybaby
an overgrown ego freezer,
who banned eating bratwurst,
nevertheless considers himself
a fast food connoisseur guy
if necessary will steal, kill and lie
even at the expense
of chomping on the Classic Reuben
made with where's the corned beef,
Swiss cheese, sauerkraut,
and Russian dressing on rye

never breaking bread
with forebears against
enfranchisement they bled

similar to his predecessors,
a bajillion years ago
sporting broad forehead
defined as width of the forehead
or distance between the frontotemporales
more than two standard deviations
above the mean (objective);
or apparently increased distance
between the two sides of the forehead,
whose shock of fine combed hair
his signature characteristic
since being a newlywed
and ideal since bedding
and begetting courtesy
loosing trouser snake zipperhead
on occasion found
like a limp biscuit on kitchen floor

or dandelion scattering seeds of life
and white lily across the universe

courtesy the four winds
despite super tramping
strong arms tricked out

(all fingers pointed
at coerced did captcha female prey)

sporting long fingernails
that resembled talons),
capping off each
skin covered phalange
videlicet elongated lanky limb
buffed and painted
the colors of the rainbow
courtesy manicurist
to allow, enable,
and provide able,
eager, ready and willing

capricious fellow to appear prim

and proper and necessitating
hiring a team of twenty nail technicians
ten for fingers and ten for toes

as a full time job just to trim,

while Jim Crow's men at work
advocate red lining
and gerrymandering on a whim.