Feedback from me regarding FUSIAN sushi

I hope this surprise patronizing note
finds thee awash with zeal,
and this anonymous consumer

(a married Caucasian,

latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian,

Pennsylvanian, proletarian,

sexagenarian, and Unitarian

scribe of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania)

of Fusian food products in general
and sushi in particular
wonders if thee might be
a significant cog in wheel
within Fusian corporate hierarchy

or perhaps a spokesperson

cause we (myself and the wife)
regularly shop at Aldi's
in Royersford, Pennsylvania
and no longer espy the sushi
which we bought by the truckload,

(years gone by),

where muscle bound hunks

in sync with favorite comic book heroes
(for example such

as batman, captain marvel,
spider-man, et cetera

or like the masked singers)

flitted to and fro
hither and yon,
where said costumed characters
added levity analogous to being
in a apparel elle universe
even laborers festooned
joined the hoopla,
where Missus

and Mister Schwenksville

looked like an

ideal pair of human steel

unloaded the goods
fast as Flash Gordon
made a debut appearance

which hubbub of activity

happened right outside window

like a freak sideshow
of our rented domicile
(apartment b44
served as our
cramped quarters
going on nine years
come July first 2026),
here at Highland Manor,
which aforementioned entrées

offered multi-dimensional experience
when linkedin with
virtual reality headset,

whereat we could watch a newsreel
how the sushi ingredients
accidentally got brought together
like marriage made in heaven
served as hors d'oeuvres
for breakfast, lunch or supper repast,
which supposedly special occasion
such as the rites of spring

accentuated flight of the bumblebee,

where the music

of Igor Stravinsky played

to acknowledge two
special Alter kockers
(often spelled alte kaker
or abbreviated as AK)
and to regale the specially
selected audience members
to celebrate democratic landslide
after the midterm elections,
where countless unbridled grooms
yet none out staged us -
guests of honor

pledged their troth
videlicet nuptial hymeneal,

for the second but not last time,

where an up and coming
famous internet personality

officiated as myself and spouse

renewed our troth
after being husband

and wife for oh my dog

approximately half our lives
accompanied by Japanese dancers
with white face makeup,
elaborate kimonos,
and traditional updos
generally geisha
(or geiko in Kyoto)
comprised of highly
trained performers
of traditional arts
while apprentices

(trainees) called maiko

entertained spectators
within crowded house

gave a hearty round
of clapping appeal
to one schlepping schlemiel
and his emotional support animal
allowing, enabling and providing

unleashed opportunity
to showcase her bonafides.

adieu - matthew harris