Who whist Anita George...

who claims to know thyself,

and hence I send thru the air
a spur of the moment missive

declaring utter puzzlement,
yet feel intrigued about her
we spent quality time talking
about how existence of mine

essentially a string of unhappy

situations, no... not so abject

towards the wife-sound asleep

in her hopefully pleasant dreams.

I apologize for drawing figurative blanks...
but honest to dog
when the olde gear and wheel

(o' me noggin cranks)...
nevertheless yours truly
id est me acknowledges many thanks
and wonders who generated
now wonders much ado

about nothing - no matter
all's NOT well 

that DOTH NOT end well
this email to out of the blue

(or what appeared as such),
cuz i haint got any
handy dandy blues clue
but your reference
to mine financial blight
especially when the
monthly bills come due...

generate and yes -
no matter how hobbles yours
truly he doth not eschew
taking out a go fund me page -
despite the hypothetical responses
that would be few

and far between,

and more valuable
how you so called "found me"
perhaps thee art an astute gumshoe
or maybe ye did enlist
the help of Horton hears a hoo
Doctor Seuss fame,
but just for the record,
thee hopefully ain't an ingenue

a maybe the
liberal biological product
of an Ashkenazi Jew
as happens to be
the lineage of me,
and I presume thee knew
a bit about my genealogy,
but still...that gnawing and festering
and wonder if the expect
something in lieu

of thee reaching out to me,
but I also haint a cash cow,
nor does this emotional
support animal say moo

goo guy (with his pot belly) pan,
yet in all honesty

this mind of mine
cannot place how
or where we met
whether a real
or virtual place, I confess noo

to any familiarity,
or remembrance
of things past with ye who
(namely the writer
of these words) never overdrew
the milk of human
kindness from thee
linkedin with shaky
finances of mine
being being a jam -
such as Winnie the Pooh

getting his head stuck in a honey jar
but once again I thank Q

for pricking my sorry lot,
and the past I try not to rue
in regard contributing
how I and the missus stew
within a hand to mouth existence,
and yes true

as a girl scouts honor,
oh how I would undo

so many shamefaced
choices made in the past
my 20/20 judgement
viz hindsight view

thus please me your reason
with or without rhyme
what spurred thee dear and whew
almost near thee end
of my communique
and webbed wide world events

genuine interest in mein kampf
that spans the globe
from here to Xanadu
to befriend you

a generic heterosexual male
he spent dog almighty
most of his life and hard times
hard pressed to know how to function

as a latitudinarian,
sexagenarian and Unitarian
within the human zoo
and now...adieu
from me Matthew.