I feel under the weather today July 27th, 2026

poet2rhyme4tommorrow

Substantial portion, viz
the lion's share
of the following poem
written June 10th, 2018,
hence references made to news

tidbits well nigh scads of years ago
after almost three hundred

and sixty five days
since the missus and her bard arse
moved here within where

tract of green acres
acquired the Schwenk family of yore
would be pleasantly surprised

to time travel and amble

along the main street
and yours truly turn down an offer

to accompany them
since unwellness hopefully
explains why I wallow in despair

feeling like es hitch eye tee,
a bout of lower gastrointestinal bugaboo

methinks perhaps malware or computer

virus infiltrated these lovely bones

rarely afflicted with unwellness,

and truth be told, I never contracted

a deadly disease, but almost died

upon the cusp of adolescence,

cuz I sip prose poe whit tree
imps of the perverse
goaded me to starve

this then thirteen year old boy.

Unseen enemy invades my body

with platoon of green berets air

rating, and enfilading
immune system videlicet
hub bully knock and
analogous rock em
and sock em robots kin me

courtesy roebuck seers sucker punches

mightier than Stormy Daniels wallop
to my wallet

from an indomitable
haversack being carrying

courtesy giant bully bear,

whereby cyclopean ogre

freighted hallucinatory dreams

popped up, dunkin noggin - donut ask

clouding ordinarily outlook clear

via this germane, foo fighting earthlinked,

googly eyed live prodigy

also smart arse derriere

(ha – at least sense of humor still intact),

when rest only respite against e’er
gang num of good n plenty

supreme warriors decimating

heralding, lobbing, pulsating fanfare
for this common man

ordinarily robust healthy Donald,

with Machiavellian bravado –

leaving said prince charged with impedance

unable to muster commando egg flu Jung

undermining capacity to brandish

barren grinchlike playboy prestige

self anointed reputation as grandpoobear

smacking dagnabbit fearlessness

sync king, limning, and feigning

to be among magnificent seven
donning follicles slicked

in imitation of greaser

coiffed swept back blond hair,

where (if one could zoom

and magnify manifold)
tom tom club melee

evincing, hammering and

juxtaposing sterling rods
bamboozling schlepper

with molecular size bots
trumpeting atomic bombs
leveling MineCraft concentration

with piercing arrow marks
intrepid invisible microscopic organisms,

attack in Cingular
hardened gear entity,

aggregate, blasting billingsgate, congregate,

gravitate as best buy,
capital one egghead, albeit flimsy
groupon heir inherited

courtesy Don Ask Jeeves throne –

as one BuzzFeed linkedin

uber twittering shutterfly on my Bing
viz, said lothario tumblr hotmail
happened tubby barren some fancy feast,

where gimlet eyes cling aspirin, Bufferin

with super acting non-glue tin,

NOR NON GMO guaranteeing LifeLock
on par with pinteresting illuminaire

hand crafted glittering gold earring
overlaid with anti-semitic,

egotistic, and misogynistic veneer
invaders re: Avast itsy bitsy potpourri

of foreigners re: survivors

without remorse to fling
helter skelter infectious germs

flittering to and fro hither and yon

within mine corporeal

cerebral domed gummed hell

hounded integral kickstarter

i.e. complex edifice pell mell

twittering, SnapChatting, Ringling Brother

Barnum, Banks, Bailey & Bittle

inherited deadly killjoy Bluetooth to quell
defensive IdentityGuard
courtesy from mothers -

little helpers – satisfaction generating

excellent skill casting a spell
binding heavenly gilt free,

progressively deteriorating conditions,

where William Tell
Overture played over,

and over incessantly within –
no let up waking in cold blood, sweat

and tears unwelcome videlicet
by ace archers in dark hoodies

wielding bowed slings and arrows well
aimed at apple of heart,

ratcheting up a notch,

this feeling feathery tarred,

and essentially un well,

where microbial infrastructure
bound me with fluted

Streptococcus pyogenes bacteria
causing strep throat drumming,

thus disallowing me

to imitate rebel yell
intended as sympathy for the devil.



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