serves as jejune
spreadsheet of dismay,
and including every last
desperate mayday call
from the French "m'aidez" ("help me")
since yours truly
made his debut appearance
January 13th,1959,
where father time
didst take marching orders
to max sum eyes gridlock,
and access excellent outlook
of existential nihilism.
A confluence of variable factors
(commencing since birth)
finds me feeling
figuratively and literally short-changed
amidst the good
and plenty opportunities
resulting with utter despair
arising from lack
of participation and dearth
since living hand to mouth
on this dog forsaken Earth
pregnant with population explosion
borne across oblate spheroid
particularly with an expansive girth,
where third world countries poor people
forced to huddle around
the communal hearth
to stay warm
and help ward off
kidnappers feint promises
(to butter up intended hostage)
and captcha unsuspecting victims
miles to go before they sleep
where passage into heart of darkness
finds men, women and children
shackled into perpetual
edge of night,
where dark shadows
(think of Plato's Republic
and the allegory of the caves)
hint of human bondage
with intent to sell and traffic
abductees (mainly women)
into uber slavery,
where outer limits of exploitation
a veritable twilight zone
witnesses nightmare approach
worthwhile thriving underworld
hellish ghoulish enterprise
tortures governable, jail-able,
malleable, pliable... humans.
The above lines
linkedin to the state of being,
whereat I feel emotionally wretched
and my station in life
yours truly doth abhor
where phantoms of the opera
assail my reluctance -
burnt offerings
to a self declared trumpeting czar
regarding soulessness,
whose weakened
atrophied limbs powerlessly succumb
bespeak bittersweet bowers
with striking resemblance
to buxom broads
coax me to surrender
while part way
thru writing a poem,
where potted flesh of mine
firmly planted - frankly zapped
at family heirloom escritoire
abandoning life of Riley
into fool's paradise
and destination unknown
lost in the outer limits
of the space/time continuum
hounded by doggone mailer daemons
uprooted from limbs of mine
aslant courtesy heliotropism
affecting these lovely bones
hell bent as like a foreigner
within a webbed wide world
of cunning and deceit
to sustain impossible mission
and remain a survivor.
Bleak existence
analogous to doomsday,
where grim reaper chants hooray
for the ghost of...,
but yes you bet your life
Captain Spaulding reincarnate given leeway
cause he ranks as spirited Marx brother
an avid fan of mine,
when just an innocent youth
unbeknownst to me
no day at the races
denied entry into nirvana portal
despite paying thru the (button) nose
a veritable hoax
being granted king's ransom pathway
only aggravates oppressive anguish
cancelling Creative Health appointment
with peer support specialist Rachel Murphy
despite prior commitment today - Thursday
January 8th, 2026 at thirteen hundred hours.
Analogous to an apocalypse
or gang of Bloods and Crips
prognosticated courtesy solar eclipse
head like device being crushed
courtesy vice grips
or as if being experimented upon
without anesthesia think videlicet
extra-terrestrial internships
separated by countless
light-years from kinships
with fellow Homo sapiens,
where declared other worldly species
constituting alien nation
non invasively insert microchips
a tiny wafer of semiconducting material
used to make an integrated circuit),
whose potential power outstrips
the most superior artificial intelligence
where divine topnotch creators quips
bragging rights unbeknownst to them
dwarfed - courtesy outlandish spaceships
housing creatures great and small
immediately revealed and reviled
strongly resembling earthlings
after iPods zany brainy
donning clown costumes unzips
their custom made
skin tight wearable good
made courtesy Inter Galactic
Enterprise To Integrate Technology
or I_GET_IT for short.