(Aye apologize for straying way
outside thee usual canon -
     a poetic souffle,
boot desperation
     finds me cent less,
     Thus i pray
for divine intercession, this may

day call sent out, far
     chump change moo nay
     (near zero dollars
     in checking account)
     this near crack 'o dawn
     to rescue me - okay?
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aye yie yie,
     aye ham awake
     at two o'****
     in the morning
ye yie yie,
     aye ham awake
     at three o'****
     in the morning

ye yie yie,
     aye ham awake
     at four o'****
     in the morning
keenly aware of major
     appliances conversing ad-hoc
no doubt conspiring to sock
this dirt poor dada

     directly in ma keister,
     where i take flight
     amidst a flock
of seagulls honking
     at my unintentional
     "FAKE" chutzpah to block
their instinctual migratory path
     from swift tailored kick

     in the buttock
as iterated above
     from energy guzzling
     electricity trapping shock
king lee vengeful
     Peco powered accouterments,
     whence this air
     born papa chock

full of anxiety, asper
     no where to
     turn and ****
key for getting,
     perhaps stealing myself
     as a stowaway aboard
     an unattended ship at dock
or as a las resort resort

     to a life of crime
     with deliberate intent,
     where "the fuzz"
     take me to lock
up, no way most certainly
     not a place
     to sing sing about,
     and most likely end up

     a scape goat kid
     ding lee bullied a knock
on me noggin will
     find me seeing mock
believe stars, which warrants
     emergency medical
     treatment by "Spock"
of star trek fame, whose

     Vulcan antidotes wok
like a charm and find me
     well on the Scottish peck
     road less traveled,
     which sends me Bach
to the future,

     where i encounter
     my pluperfect self
     (barely recognizable
     richly adorned other self),
     with many a golden lock
compared to mine limp hair
     resembling plastered schlock.