without being at the mercy
of an analog, or digital timepiece...
impossible mission would prevail
to differentiate the precise
hour, day, week, year, et cetera
which thought exercise
came to yours truly id est me
while comfortably seated on an office chair
typing on the Macbook Pro
realizing within in a few minutes
within approximately fifty hours
(at the commencement of this poem)
auld lang syne in-sync
with fireworks will signal
two thousand and twenty six
with a bitta bing bitta bang
whereat complete strangers will kiss
while church bells will clang
ushering in a plethora
of the usual resolutions
such as peace on earth and goodwill
(while gunshots will ring out
and slay innocent bystanders)
towards all men, women and children
also promises to pledge an allegiance
concerning all flora and fauna,
a worthwhile proclamation
housing all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful
adding various and sundry diversity,
where human population explosion
(particularly within patriarchal countries)
threatens countless plant and animal species
and a healthy dose of skepticism permeates
the nooks and crannies
within the noggin
of yours truly id est - me
foresees the demise
of endangered life on oblate spheroid
courtesy the reckless
proliferation of **** sapiens
(particularly within so called
third world countries),
who hypocritically take measures
to spay and neuter
routine surgeries that sterilize pets,
preventing reproduction
while offering significant
health and behavioral benefits;
spaying removes a female's reproductive organs
(uterus/ovaries), while neutering
(or castration) removes a male's testicles,
both commonly called "fixing"
to control pet overpopulation
and reduce risks
of cancers and roaming,
yet flagrantly disallow abortion,
(unless ways and means
exists to travel
out of a red state
and into a blue one),
only to encounter strange encounters
of the third kind tricked out
as extreme pro life contingents
trumpeting that seminal
potential precious progeny
even at the haploid unicellular stage
sacrificed, or more criminal
yet should a pregnancy
be terminated – heaven forfend)
resort to violence at abortion clinics,
and even suppress
no matter *** life
of mine rather humdrum,
or reverse pro choice measures
and even though a celibate
heterosexual married sexagenarian,
(whose libido took a kamikaze nose dive)
most likely linkedin
to adverse side effects
of one or more
of the nine medications
taken to ameliorate
the bane of mental health issues
such as anxiety
(debilitating panic attacks
decades gone by
upended many academic
and employment pursuits),
dysthymia, obsessive compulsive disorder,
and palmar hyperhidrosis),
which excessive sweating of palms I hate,
(especially when participating
in contra dancing and joining
wet as dish rag hands of mine
undermined any favorable impression
yours truly – me
sought to establish
towards an attractive female)
instantaneously nipped in the bud,
nevertheless back in the day
when wild oats of mine got sown,
I could not conceive
donning prophylactics
(even though the access
to contraceptives accessible –
unlike present imposition
and outright attempts
for some congress people
(mostly Republican men)
to banish birth control outright
begets notion within my noggin
to envision living alone
in the wilderness
(excluding the wife –
well past child bearing age)
(without being bogged down
into the figurative
muck and mire
of the ticking mister clock -
an artificial construct
measuring tempus fugit)
and discover that lo and behold
our circadian rhythms become synchronized,
which yes due to shared social cues,
daily routines (meals, work),
and emotional closeness,
with couples often show
significant sleep synchrony,
influenced by light,
but also non-visual signals
like shared habits and proximity,
and exchange of molecules
which so called "sociodian rhythm"
helps coordinate group activities,
though thru a complex interplay,
and even physical rhythms
like heartbeats can align in close groups
relegating mechanisms
that force obeisance
to an un_natural imposition
(think Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times)
upon harried styled
and swiftly tailored
simple or sophisticated innovations,
nevertheless artificial constructs
delineating dependence
upon modus operandi
of emotionally, physically
and spiritually savaging
break-neck schedules and deadlines
that only exacerbate adversity
to the natural propensity
of the noble savage
as described courtesy
Jean-Jacques Rousseau.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC
without being at the mercy
of an analog, or digital timepiece...
impossible mission would prevail
to differentiate the precise
hour, day, week, year, et cetera
which thought exercise
came to yours truly id est me
while comfortably seated on an office chair
typing on the Macbook Pro
realizing within in a few minutes
within approximately fifty hours
(at the commencement of this poem)
auld lang syne in-sync
with fireworks will signal
two thousand and twenty six
with a bitta bing bitta bang
whereat complete strangers will kiss
while church bells will clang
ushering in a plethora
of the usual resolutions
such as peace on earth and goodwill
(while gunshots will ring out
and slay innocent bystanders)
towards all men, women and children
also promises to pledge an allegiance
concerning all flora and fauna,
a worthwhile proclamation
housing all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful
adding various and sundry diversity,
where human population explosion
(particularly within patriarchal countries)
threatens countless plant and animal species
and a healthy dose of skepticism permeates
the nooks and crannies
within the noggin
of yours truly id est - me
foresees the demise
of endangered life on oblate spheroid
courtesy the reckless
proliferation of **** sapiens
(particularly within so called
third world countries),
who hypocritically take measures
to spay and neuter
routine surgeries that sterilize pets,
preventing reproduction
while offering significant
health and behavioral benefits;
spaying removes a female's reproductive organs
(uterus/ovaries), while neutering
(or castration) removes a male's testicles,
both commonly called "fixing"
to control pet overpopulation
and reduce risks
of cancers and roaming,
yet flagrantly disallow abortion,
(unless ways and means
exists to travel
out of a red state
and into a blue one),
only to encounter strange encounters
of the third kind tricked out
as extreme pro life contingents
trumpeting that seminal
potential precious progeny
even at the haploid unicellular stage
sacrificed, or more criminal
yet should a pregnancy
be terminated – heaven forfend)
resort to violence at abortion clinics,
and even suppress
no matter *** life
of mine rather humdrum,
or reverse pro choice measures
and even though a celibate
heterosexual married sexagenarian,
(whose libido took a kamikaze nose dive)
most likely linkedin
to adverse side effects
of one or more
of the nine medications
taken to ameliorate
the bane of mental health issues
such as anxiety
(debilitating panic attacks
decades gone by
upended many academic
and employment pursuits),
dysthymia, obsessive compulsive disorder,
and palmar hyperhidrosis),
which excessive sweating of palms I hate,
(especially when participating
in contra dancing and joining
wet as dish rag hands of mine
undermined any favorable impression
yours truly – me
sought to establish
towards an attractive female)
instantaneously nipped in the bud,
nevertheless back in the day
when wild oats of mine got sown,
I could not conceive
donning prophylactics
(even though the access
to contraceptives accessible –
unlike present imposition
and outright attempts
for some congress people
(mostly Republican men)
to banish birth control outright
begets notion within my noggin
to envision living alone
in the wilderness
(excluding the wife –
well past child bearing age)
(without being bogged down
into the figurative
muck and mire
of the ticking mister clock -
an artificial construct
measuring tempus fugit)
and discover that lo and behold
our circadian rhythms become synchronized,
which yes due to shared social cues,
daily routines (meals, work),
and emotional closeness,
with couples often show
significant sleep synchrony,
influenced by light,
but also non-visual signals
like shared habits and proximity,
and exchange of molecules
which so called "sociodian rhythm"
helps coordinate group activities,
though thru a complex interplay,
and even physical rhythms
like heartbeats can align in close groups
relegating mechanisms
that force obeisance
to an un_natural imposition
(think Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times)
upon harried styled
and swiftly tailored
simple or sophisticated innovations,
nevertheless artificial constructs
delineating dependence
upon modus operandi
of emotionally, physically
and spiritually savaging
break-neck schedules and deadlines
that only exacerbate adversity
to the natural propensity
of the noble savage
as described courtesy
Jean-Jacques Rousseau.
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