A couple of reputable programs
such as I have been pwned and MacKeeper
brought to my attention
a worse fate
than meeting the grim reaper.
Yes folks, yours truly
would sooner face
a premature (scythe leant) demise
than experience the utterly
deplorable basket case -
on a green day
worse than jumping out of a high-rise
been there done that regarding
the above two outright bald faced lies,
Fit for an uber hearty monarch
(analogous to butterflies in his stomach)
that did shutterfly to give him a lyft
as a once upon a time
young boy king,
when he lend leased
his body electric, which did twitter
got charged up to the tasty morsel
dolled up courtesy,
one his favorite scullery maids,
who allowed, enabled and provided
culinary indulgence to buzzfeed
and breastfeed the wild beast,
not only courtesy
exquisite cuisine to boot,
(but also an insatiable lubricious lust
to devour fecund young lass)
Tangible cold snap,
as bitter frost and chilled air,
make home a warm spot
End to end January pledge to self,
postcode to letter’s journey,
left unread at doorstep
(Which in Italian cooking) small dumplings
made from potato, semolina, or flour,
usually served with a sauce
which chewy consistency
glommed in a huge bunch
after the wife microwaved them
yesterday with noodles,
to the x power with each passing year
yours truly bobbing in the time stream
impossible mission to escape any weir
the current speeds up at breakneck tear
I beseech thee almighty with my prayer
where blink of eye feels akin to kiloyear
no doubt artificial intelligence will find
a machine to stop and reverse engineer
Janus faced shiverer,
JUST A DAY
Right now, this is just a day, in mid January
Bright and sunny, but not considered warm
The breeze speaks with a bitterly cold voice
As if in this winter season, it has any choice
Yet the silence suggests an imminent storm
That the pale sun might see as an adversary
Empty fields, the occasional bird in the sky
As if the Earth were now bereft of mankind
But the icy breeze speaks again, in a whisper
Telling of how the air could be even crisper
Such that one new question comes to mind
And perhaps ask all the other seasons, why
Hester Prynne silently bore punishment
decreed courtesy strict
Puritan magistrates
and town fathers of Boston
that Hester Prynne
must wear the scarlet letter "A"
prominently displayed
on the breast of her gown,
specifically over her heart
for adultery and begetting
a child out of wedlock