Godot Paid Me A Visit...

Godot Paid Me A Visit...

While constipation kept me in arrears,

asper daily writing,

thus ordinarily straight forward

practiced process culling material,

(a daily endeavor generally mastered

by your truly), this moment bares

with more difficulty, thus derriere's

functionality created backlog

 

(of personal business),

hence presenting literary chops,

a real bummer today,

disgruntlement with Fanny Pack,

 

(which gripe flares

cheeks) pitted me considerably

behind schedule, so...here's

the scoop (hoop fully solid explanation

 

for my absence) amidst

virtual chattering class

otherwise known as Face booking,

Instagramming, and Whatsapp

 

pin with ma Jeers

zee Boyz'n the hood,

ah...also dem "Back Street Boys"

oh mother f***er...,

 

I just learned day got eliminated

and blocked, (cuz o' their wiped out,

wasted, sunken,

flushed, dumpy untidily

 

bowled over appearances),

Sergeant Scott Coreless forced their

evacuation citing Lumineers

as more ass toot,

hence the emcee then welcomed,

opening dreck "Johnny On The Spot,"

and the "The Proctologists,"

who performed before nares

Naked Lady sighted spectators, with

lovers spooning within cheeky pairs

otherwise, essentially a pooped out crowd

sitting on their haunches,

while myself perched

some distance away

with my comfortably numb tuckus

atop the porcelain Goddess

a awaiting emetic to expel

for iCloud to finish updating

before continuing with sign out...

from this Macbook Pro,

 

which aye sheepishly pro state

as the long winded soup peer

re: or (flatulence riddled) explanation.