Voyage to the Bottom of This...

Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration!

As most every girl and boy

taught back in the day,

or more recently going to Zerns,

a golden age of story telling,

when rapt listening ears

willingly leant eager attention

to a riveting speaker

such as this jolly shop

o' horror keeper learned,

modest, and non

establishmentarian obliging self,

( who even now doth still yearns)

to spin a tattling tale), this ole codger,

who today more frequently, keenly,

and patiently plods along

memory lane then yesterday

(along one, whose pathway,

could be trekked blindfolded

so often by foot thee trail traversed,

(yet without ever feeling

a sense of duff fete) over hills

and thru woods thick

with wary, scary,

and Rem: markably hairy

muppet like monsters,

the author, who wrote

10,000 Leagues Under The Sea,

(and other suspense filled stories namely

the prolific writer Jules Gabriel Verne's),

vivid imagination,

would undoubtedly have experienced

a field day in seventh heaven

taking wooded rough hewn

rudimentary walkabout by turns

clear cut versus creepy simply to reach

a one classroom per grade school,

where masters did teach

being apprenticed asper Art Of The Deal

(latent within power

to sound convincing, though "FAKE,)"

but convincing legendary

personal myths repeated to bolster appeal

such as larger then life "Founding Fathers"

unquestionable brazen, brave, and brass

daring deeds across the Lake

(Atlantic Ocean, whose worsted weave

sub woofer - did make

the 6:00 o'clock news the evening

of July 4th 1776, and thus didst spake

(perhaps with the help of Zarathustra)

yet,...the under belly

of such bravura involved take

king (by subtle or obvious force) lands

revered by Native Americans

leaving a trail of tears, destruction, and death

(more accurately genocide), thus my

(expected patriotism) moored

within wicked wake,

hence aye avail muted tone deaf

emotion on par with a charade

particularly, where deportees

of late awful treatment

force me to a give a low

(Failing) grade,

where home of the brave

land of the free do masquerade

(or visa versa) makes a mockery,

travesty, sham parade

AND this chap feels as if,

he too partook of

murerderous indigenous raid!