This generation is the selfie nation,
Taking pictures of the dying, digitization,
This generation is the generic nation,
Cancelling history and subjects, Salvation,
This generation is the death nation,
Being overweight is healthy, becoming purgation,
This generation is the stronger nation,
Deeming everything offensive, becoming manipulation,
This generation is the hateful nation,
Hating the own agnations,
This gerenation is the end nation,
Pushing and pushing, damnation,
This generation is the promoting nation,
Gender Swap, ***, paedophilia, pushing all these, Arbitration.
This genernation is the activism nation,
Save the Earth, making change that still damages the Earth, ruination.
This generation is the we won't do this nation,
Won't go to war to fight for others, pure negation,
This generation is the nation,
The eldery generation regrets fighting for their foundation,
This generation is the Anti-Homosexuality nation,
That still disowns there child for there sexuaility, Affirmation,
This generation who is fighting LGBTQ Rights Nation,
Hating those who refuse to date the same *** hating religion, so **** condamnation.
This generation scream Black Lives Matter Nation,
Reducing Police Brutality, improving lot more crimes, congratulation,
This generation fighting for women right nation,
Taking away male rights, instead of alterations and collaborations.
This generation is the older nation,
Bullying, lies and caring nation, Allocation,
This generation is the end nation,
Death filtration of the world's creation.
This generation buid this nation,
They have to learn to live with the cermation.

Corruption- please go away with your notion
Our mission is to make us a no bribe nation
So far, you made our life miserable and full of suffocation
-Corruption-
have you ever seen our determination?
Now, we are in full of action
And Throw you out with our inner-transformation
-Corruption- Don't dare to enter into our nation

With our good value system and education
We are sure, can stop corruption
Encouragement of Currency-free banking and cashless transaction
Can you dare to come to our imagination?

With vibrant leaders and Vigilance Commission
People have speedy justice and much satisfaction
Corruption, it is our war against your creation

With Community Participation
And having the "Right to Information"
There is fair chance of weeding out the corruption

Again, guard with digitization and automation
Make you dead before germination
With Honesty, truthfulness and against temptations
Certainly, together, make Nigeria a corruption free nation
     Sarcasm
*The fragrance pen

Corruption- please go away with your notion
Our mission is to make us a no bribe nation
So far, you made our life miserable and full of suffocation
-Corruption-
have you ever seen our determination?
Now, we are in full of action
And Throw you out with our inner-transformation
-Corruption- Don't dare to enter into our nation

With our good value system and education
We are sure, can stop corruption
Encouragement of Currency-free banking and cashless transaction
Can you dare to come to our imagination?

With vibrant leaders and Vigilance Commission
People have speedy justice and much satisfaction
Corruption, it is our war against your creation

With Community Participation
And having the "Right to Information"
There is fair chance of weeding out the corruption

Again, guard with digitization and automation
Make you dead before germination
With Honesty, truthfulness and against temptations
Certainly, together, make Nigeria a corruption free nation
Sarcasm
*The fragrance pen

Application of misinformation
Falsify a failed nation,
Eradication of all creation
Misinterpretation
Of representation
Deny the station
Granted by occupation
And the inhalation
Of justification
No prerequisite information
Just accumulation
No moderation,
Their determination
Through stimulation
Cultural *******
Communal degradation
Societal desecration,
Dehumanizing revocation,
Worldly humiliation,
Mortal sterilization
Never achieving mobilization
Lack of communication
Excelling in vile persuasion,
Proponents of procreation
Birthing digitization,
Destroy civilization,
Indications of adoration
Isolation in delineation,
Irrational indexation,
Fluctuating indignation,
No innovation,
Divination
Retaliation,
Immolation,
False ovation,
Lacking limitations,
Contextual intonation,
Divine fabrication,
Private publication,
Evolving fornication,
Give me extermination,
Notwithstanding annexation
Of dismaying oxidation,
Of valued perpetuation,
Global mass-castration,
Redundant rhetoric, dictation,
A donation, a dilation, a fixation,
An annotation of fibrillation,
We are personification
Of Contamination
Through globalization
Praising idolization
And finalization
Through *******,
No pragmatic exoneration,
In all frustration
We see not utilization
Nor stabilization,
Fearful implications
Of wayward stations,
Surplus mutilations,
Seeking militarization
Of worthless nations,
No conservation,
Just excavation
Of the population
******* on education,
Spitting on graduation,
No validation of aspiration,
Indoctrination of baptization
Mitigating litigation,
murdering habitation,
Quelling all vegetation
We will end in radiation
Through faulty navigation,
Abdication and abnegation,
All worldly agitation
Leads us to expiration,
Self-made annihilation.
There was never an end in sight,
We’re lost, and hope is a lie.

i love new cds
the crinkle of sliding
plastic wrap off
how it feels to remove
the security label
in two tries or less

to see my eyes on
the backs of songs
crystal clear and
iridescent

(too new to be vintage
too old to be cool)

how smooth a brand
new jewel case feels
and a booklet before
fingerprints

but then again i love
finding them secondhand
a little smeared and
pages crinkled

how a brand new
album is a blank
slate for me to write
my memories on
and when the plastic
cracks and the music
plays on it all just proves
that together we lived

(hoping and praying we didn't get
scratched to the point of no return)

i was born in
the fall of a fleeting
shimmering silver age
the hybrid time
between analogue
for the common man
and digitization
of the masses

my childhood
when these things
were still fragile
expensive
slipping into
adulthood and
falling into
feeling obsolete

*(i am the last remaining
child of the compact disc)

this summer, the first of its kind, has been a very difficult one. I’m not unique in my anxiety for having the comfortable, intricate, beautifulinspiringwonderful rug I’ve come to love so deeply over the course of this chapter of my life ripped out from under me, but I think I’ve felt the pull particularly strongly. I’ve also lost quite a few people that I loved and love, in varying degrees and to various uncontrollable forces—first distance, then ungenerous and unforgiving illness, then irreconcilable differences of bagel topping and dog breed preferences. my world has been even more transient and transitory than usual, weekends punctuated by drives from my old home to my old home, neither of which I feel like I particularly belong to anymore. my weeks taken up first by a job clouded with exhaustion and headstrong disinterest, then by nothing at all, now by a conflict of interest—a place I love inside a place where I never wanted to land.

on the nights when I’ve fallen asleep, dreams of crying parents and misfiring deadbolts have awakened me, and those nights have been difficult to come by. I’ve felt the ennui brought on by the inescapable digitization of the world and the awareness that I’m not smart enough to be above it. that I’m not smart enough to even properly love the poetry that I love, to speak the language that I thought I knew, or to use the temperamental dishwasher in my own house. I’ve buried my misgivings about myself in lamentations that my friends have been scattered to different cities, so they can’t prop me up anymore.

I’ve shared pieces of myself with people more nakedly than ever before and with much higher stakes, and though I regret precisely zero of those risks, I’m learning it’s true that the harder you fall, the harder you’ll fall, and the latter isn’t something I’m yet accustomed to allowing for myself.

I haven’t yet accepted the death of a presence in my life that has been so large and multifaceted throughout, constantly reminded when the GPS winds me through the churchyard where she officially is now and when I pass her picture on my kitchen counter and when I keep on loving her wonderful family. when I remember that she’s the reason I had these phenomenal four years in this phenomenal place, and the reason I’m for now sitting comfortably in a job that I love.

and I haven’t yet accepted this transition into having so little control, so little trajectory. it’s a big life. this summer, as I said, has been very difficult.

but august, in time, will fade into september, and when it does I can say “last summer was very difficult." and I can remember how to stand up straight and that there’s a reason I have those city-scattered friends in the first place. and I can figure out that the lesson I learned is that risking a fall makes for a strictly irreplaceable, exquisite six month repose—not just a bruise—and maybe a new city-scattered friend. and that the death doesn’t erase the radiance of the life. and that distance is sometimes bridgeable, and that figuring out where to be takes a little time, and that nightmares aren’t there during the day, and that everything is, little by little, sometimes, usually, always all right.

Sohcahtoa and the Right Brothers, happens to be after the last thing
I thought before today, if that's okay, see if it changed anything.
(8/5/2024) - i test a test if I e-be living word religamented

Saturday, October 21, 2017
12:18 PM

My grandsons have noticed a book on my shelf dedicated, thirty years ago, to them.
To my children's children.
I sowed the seed I had,
hoping true as any adapted
to the whole truth dust-class person,
equipped with AI he wrote, on 3x5's,
Notes, and by words,
maxims and pro-verbs, motive forms for filing.
Aim at nothing,
and you cannot miss.
Peace, peace at last. praise - appraise,
what is the redemption value on idle hallelujahs?

Any thing the mind of adamkind, wombed or un,
can conceive, with early literacy and numeracy.
- early
the effort to learn one useful thing, each day.
In a universe… all verses versus one verse, re
versals of fortune,
storms and waves and earth quakes, but

when the sky falls, history reboots, no plan survives/
first contact.
-- all earthlings are born to die,
none are born to serve another as tools for stealing time,
I'm the blacksmith's jinn.
I was fasted free, and a seeker sent a zephyr, a gentle
westerly, lovely spiraling cloud, stretching a train of ice,
in a pattern no cloud ever formed at this scale, sky-wide,
crystalization, piezo electrically ultra itty bity wee tiny
qubit, thought spark, ping

in mind, each time one thing is realized. Where an evil dare was met.
First war is won, when the loser choses not to fight.

"Losers like you," he said, to me. I self-evaluated, and agreed, grinning, I think.

It will work I say to me. The seed has died, roots and branches live, fruit will not fail.
These boys can read, no chain can bind them, only lies.

Some stories I learned as a daydreaming child
are now cropping on the backroads of
My memory with Rhodes scholars
and Zimbabwe Mercs never gentle on my mind.

But you go on
thinking there's no spiritual side to lying,
and stealing and destroying, killing
Any sort of faith a child may have that truth can be told by someone old.

You go on.
I got snakes to stomp and I threw my hat over the fence a long time ago.

This very morning I found a break in a fence. I did not go back for my hat. That was forty years ago.

Some little thing makes man a measuring calculating thing, what is that? Exactly?

And now we have tools in our pockets that can record HD video and audio
a hundred times better than the best video or audio recorder on earth forty years ago,
If your ear can't hear the groove, smoother than any bit-ified digitization,
It's subtle, hard to put a finger on it, but digital music ain't Memorex and
Memorex never was live.
Memory is other wise,
Memory is live.
Note to self.

Hey, you, listening? Hearing any thing?

I woke up this morning and you were on my mind. What joy.
I walked a mile in my old shoes and got to see a herd of Honda two-wheelers
On Sunrise Highway.
Strange breed of men, they augment
themselves with shiny-candy-apple-metal-flaked armor, and
drive around in parades of thirty or
More old fat guys and their wives on Hondas,
wearing Harley Davidson belt buckles.

Off on a tangent opposite the adjacent highway,
A man 20 years my junior asks if I saw Icarus  fall.

What?
He said did I see a kiter fall, a hang-glider apparently he had
Thought he'd seen fall in to my valley.

I thought "Icarus", I don't know why. Then I heard shooting.
Earphones on, J.M. Roberts, "History of Europe" louder than the wind,
Still
I heard shooting, where shooting seemed
Overkill.
Life on the border. 'Cause signs mean nothing.

But no. It's turkey season. And I am
Down range.

Sohcahtoa*, what the math! Man, they are shooting at me
Buckshot Bam!
And I slip in to that dream
I saw Icarus fall. The Right brothers shot him down
In a Sopwithme Camel flown by a Flying Tiger with
God for a co-pilot over Shangri-La.

No lie. A daydream on a tangent adjacent the opposite.

• BTW Learn something every day… gives one reason to carry on…
"SOHCAHTOA" is a helpful mnemonic
for remembering the definitions
of the trigonometric functions sine, cosine, and tangent i.e.,
sine equals opposite over hypotenuse,
cosine equals adjacent over hypotenuse,
and tangent equals opposite over adjacent. Check.

From <http://mathworld.wolfram.com/SOHCAHTOA.html>


Bottom line lies.
There is a god like the one in American politics.

Adamkind invented him, and Cain's kind invented
adamkind father wound anxiety disorder,
AFWAD, it is in the unabridged edition
Dia-gnostic Statistical Meme-infectual, effectuality

instant in prayer,
a state, in time, a point, really,  whereafter more
is known.
Given auto-did-act-learned-know, chose next.

And this was my choice.
Make peace with that.

Based on an original idea.
An old man is called out from his hermitage.
- he pauses to consider,
- seeing Pleiades
- with the James Webb Telescope…
- And inviting Galileo to take a look.
- via SYTF morphic resonance,
- ping.

He calls all the outs to come in free.
He calls the idle words
to whip poets
into frenzy…
faster fasting, slow dancing, offering a time,

to hold a promise,
a known called an ever lasting truth,
"as above, so below."

Mandlebrotian micromanagement of sun
and wind and tides…

too many minds with no will free to make war.

Thus peace was made in my valley today.

Castes and classes,
common, characters… baser sorts,

untouchable's… serving our better natures

cooled some, since 2017, but in the book
of your life, subset in the big book of life,
on your pages, it says you read this at least
seven very productive years later, FYI,

incase idle word accounting asks for evidence.
Show them those pages while you are seeking
the next best thing to do with time spent here.

The serene people whose ease of manner
once made him yearn and confabulate
are laughable cartoonish and piteous now
could have been much worse he said
as his last breath left his scarred throat
feral hand closing his own eyes
St. Pudenda greeted him at the tall gates
under the lights at Checkpoint Charlie
Mariachi trumpets rolled out the mauve carpet
and a dog barked from behind the garbage bins
from all infinity we end up with this
a realm of syntax governed by ambiguity
she read from a large ledger atop a marble pedestal
why a ledger rather than a laptop is anyone's guess
apparently the vanguard party had been evicted
by Frankie Boxcars and the Hollywood mafia
many clouded eons ago in the great schism
over the digitization of paradise
no jury of his peers he noted with unease
nothing of telling import she imparted casually
eyes darting up and down the pages
as if something previously detected
had been airbrushed from history
arrested for self amplification she went on
and sorcery and coughing in quiet places
getting enough sleep she asked with a beaming smile
I don't know I was asleep he intoned
I suppose we can reveal the joke she mused
but I WAS dreaming he countered
backed into a tight corner by snarling lap dogs
tossed into a kidnap taxi with a sack over my head
marched with a gun in my back
through a forest of clichés
fed lines from a hideous new sitcom
about *** among the homeless
a weekly broadcast on the Piñata Vision Network
but what choice did I have knowing what I know
poor dear thing she continued
there is a better version of everything
a law of nature completely natural
and yes it is densely beautiful and
smoldering with awe like a corpse in the bathtub
try to avoid the truly grotesque
in favor of the marginally grotesque
we love having you in our science department
with the state secrets and ****** **** videos
masquerading as the way things actually are
where the misty cows moo in contentment
and the Vaseline runs hot behind sanctuary doors
horrors altering the course of suns
between the here and the there
every bit of it needless she giggled

From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon

The serene people whose ease of manner
once made him yearn and confabulate
are laughable cartoonish and piteous now
could have been much worse he said
as his last breath left his scarred throat
feral hand closing his own eyes
St. Pudenda greeted him at the tall gates
under the lights at Checkpoint Charlie
Mariachi trumpets rolled out the mauve carpet
and a dog barked from behind the garbage bins
from all infinity we end up with this
a realm of syntax governed by ambiguity
she read from a large ledger atop a marble pedestal
why a ledger rather than a laptop is anyone's guess
apparently the vanguard party had been evicted
by Frankie Boxcars and the Hollywood mafia
many clouded eons ago in the great schism
over the digitization of paradise
no jury of his peers he noted with unease
nothing of telling import she imparted casually
eyes darting up and down the pages
as if something previously detected
had been airbrushed from history
arrested for self amplification she went on
and sorcery and coughing in quiet places
getting enough sleep she asked with a beaming smile
I don't know I was asleep he intoned
I suppose we can reveal the joke she mused
but I WAS dreaming he countered
backed into a tight corner by snarling lap dogs
tossed into a kidnap taxi with a sack over my head
marched with a gun in my back
through a forest of clichés
fed lines from a hideous new sitcom
about *** among the homeless
a weekly broadcast on the Piñata Vision Network
but what choice did I have knowing what I know
poor dear thing she continued
there is a better version of everything
a law of nature completely natural
and yes it is densely beautiful and
smoldering with awe like a corpse in the bathtub
try to avoid the truly grotesque
in favor of the marginally grotesque
we love having you in our science department
with the state secrets and ****** **** videos
masquerading as the way things actually are
where the misty cows moo in contentment
and the Vaseline runs hot behind sanctuary doors
horrors altering the course of suns
between the here and the there
every bit of it needless she giggled

From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon

the impact of current
Fourth Industrial Revolution (4IR),
also known as Industry 4.0 revolution
characterized by the fusion of technologies
and explosion of computer sophistication
like artificial intelligence, robotics,
the Internet of Things, and biotechnology,
blurring the lines between the physical,
digital, and biological spheres appellation
follows the First, Second, and Third
Industrial Revolutions,
which focused on mechanization,
mass production, and digitization, respectively
boggles the mindscape of one baby boomer.

Instead of playing
with tinker toys and log cabins
self taught brilliant boys and girls
skipped traditional school altogether
and ironically enough
learned adults
the mind boggling concepts
that jump/kick started quantum leap
into uncharted byte size territory
crafting futuristic outlandish gizmos
sprang from said gifted brains
with their intelligent quotient off the charts
in some instances
genius (of love) **** kids
who unwittingly set
and established a new benchmark
immediately rendering obsolete
quaint twenty first century
hijacking, n stemming
math and science paradigm
into another dimension,
where insights revealed
manifold eye opening
and jaw dropping
phenomena upending
supposedly established
bedrock cosmological schema
displacing hypotheses
delineating space/time continuum
barely gracing the outer limits
of the twilight zone
awash with dark shadows
insync with haunting spectre  
played by Jonathan Frid  
introduced to boost the show's ratings
and became a central figure,
known for his 175-year-old age,
search for his lost love,
and struggle with his vampiric nature
signaling the analogous edge of night
synonymous with allegory of the caves
within Plato's Republic
written around 380 BC,
discussing what would happen
if a group of prisoners realized
the world they were watching was a lie
and lampooning their
skewed perceptions at length
according to multiple sources,
the entire timeless text
applicable to modern times
allowing, enabling and providing
thought provoking material
extrapolating relevancy even today
which Socratic dialogue explores justice,
the just city, and the just individual
whereat the dialogue set in Athens,
but the Republic thought
to have been written later,
possibly while Plato was at his Academy.

Odd how scores of years
post attendance at Antioch College
where I enrolled
in a political philosophy class
in retrospect -
cause hindsight
always equals 20/20,
yours truly ought
to have audited said course
(which campus situated
in bucolic Yellow Springs, Ohio -
Glen Helen a noteworthy geological formation)
and initially a major city
and a center of power
in the ancient world
considered part of larger political entities
initially the capital
of the Seleucid Empire
and later became a prominent city
within the Roman Empire.

Consider the following rambling missive a hybrid
with little or no idea, how when fingers of mine
pressed keys of their own volition,
I just sat back at enjoyed the evolution
and genesis of some extemporaneous
manifestation of culling out the essence
to make a feeble attempt at enlightening
the unsuspecting reader, who undoubtedly
cursed me up and down
the information superhighway
strewn with the detritus of absolute zero
sense and sensibility
engendering pride and prejudice
just book haws a figurative
flash in the pan yielded
prolific gibberish, an exercise
in writing stream of consciousness
just for the sake of loosing whimsical
thoughts that darted to and fro
hither and yon
within the creases and folds
at my laughable tabled contents
within me noggin.

Though not in the market to purchase additional computers (actually thoughts arose about upgrading from the Macbook Pro - MacBook Pro (Retina, 15-inch, Mid 2015), Processor - 2.2 GHz Quad-Core Intel Core i7, Memory -16 GB 1600 MHz DDR3, and methinks there might be the onset and basic manifestations of electronic version of alzheimer, Graphics - Intel Iris Pro 1536 MB, Serial Number -  - C02RR71SG8WN) since becoming aware the McAfee Virus protection cannot be upgraded due to the age of said laptop, but chronic fraudulent sabotage with Citizens Bank checking accounts compromised my meager funds, (I feel paranoid and unfairly targeted) necessitates immediate resolution (maybe even seriously considering fomenting a revolution number 9 as a tribute to the late John Lennon) as priority number one bumping aside any consideration to upgrade to a newer Apple product (preferably another MacBook Pro), and bitta bing bitta bang a fellow resident here at Highland Manor Apartments sold me an IPad for fifty dollars.

Hence what else to do about being at the receiving tight end and being bandied around like a football, (videlicet a series of bank fraudulent unfortunate events) that I experienced time and again than whip up some stock in trade literary reaction visited in the form as a recurring theme about finances that frankly find me getting zapped with one or more perpetrator's zeal and ardor, forcing me to become one among legion of the ******, foo fighting, beastie boy spontaneous ******* sans prose or poetic palaver as a freshly minted sexagenarian made to suffer chronic impecuniousness while cyber crooks embezzled money from me not less than a half dozen times, a once upon a time little pipsqueak, who grew up to become a bigger accursed pipsqueak, which farrago written by a resident of Fargo, North Dakota, a long days journey into night from Lake Wobegon central Minnesota the mecca for Norwegian Bachelor farmers, who grew sturdy and tall courtesy Powder Milk Biscuits.

I alternate between punching (while perched on my high horse) out poems for no particular rhyme nor reason, but predicated on the sheer joy of English language (some in fact unbelievably based on a kernel of fact), or spinning yarns with a similar proportion of embellishment er...um... fiction, but my oh my would Mark Twain be proud of me, I who humbly claim to be genealogically linkedin courtesy siblings descendent of his sisters and brothers, who lived long enough to bare witness to offspring living well into the nineteenth century despite evidence to the contrary.

If as fervent and avid an interest in rhetoric, literature, grammar gripped me analogous to a vice during my salad days, I without a shadow of a doubt - (herewith Punxatawney would  and could only envy) can easily envision myself having breathed in one after storied author from time immemorial until the then present, (or even what scholars then considered contemporary), which time frame bracketed between early to late twentieth century. How the futurists of my hay-day would no doubt marvel at how the fourth technological The Fourth Industrial Revolution (4IR), or Industry 4.0, counts as the current technological era defined by the fusion of physical, digital, and biological systems, driven by technologies like Artificial Intelligence, Internet of Things (IoT), and robotics rapidly building on the digital advances of the Third Industrial Revolution, this era witnesses rapidly changing how we live, work, and relate to each other by merging technologies and creating intelligent, interconnected systems punctuated by Key technologies include AI, robotics, 3D printing, biotechnology, and cloud computing, which are transforming industries, creating smart factories, and blurring the lines between human and machine.

Though a biological product of the baby boomer generation, a hankering and pressing nostalgia finds sentiments of mine linkedin to a time and place that maybe never existed except within the flights of fancy that flourished within the the average adult human brain weighs about 3 pounds (1.3 to 1.4 kg) and encompasses a volume of roughly 1,260 to 1,300 cubic centimeters (cm³) and generally about the size of two clenched fists and makes up approximately 2% of total body mass, and somewhere within the convolutions of various tissues, primarily specialized nervous tissue that includes neurons and glial cells, as well as connective tissues, blood vessels, and other supportive structures that form the complex ***** known as the brain.

These days approximately three score and six (versus four score and seven) orbitz around the sun the lightspeed of time elapses within a blink of an eye as I clock one revolution after another, a stunned disbelief finds me shell shocked how my sixty sixth year slipped away qua half way thru the second decade of the twenty first century, and hence I experience the status of outlier (cue Unitarian, nonestablishmentarian, latitudinarian, et cetera characteristics) averse to depersonalization tricked out as digitization, mechanization, and (supposedly modernization making humans free and clear of time consuming physical labor), I lament never growing up off the grid.

Stamina of mine slowly ebbing away
covenant to join Silver Sneakers
(at the Spring Valley Y.M.C.A.) I did betray
procrastinator's motto
my lame excuse and well worn cliché
why do today what I can put of until tomorrow
tempus fugit waits for no mortal
nor can one stave
off grim reaper without delay
no fancy feast doth he desire
only human flesh he foremost craves
analogous to a cannibal
most sought after entrée
freshly lovely bones applying scythe
helps mastication while subject
laid out and prepared as fillet
past juncture to negotiate and gainsay
further tenure on par with Methuselah,
which longevity would be reason
to celebrate without following mandates
and just the mere freedom
to shrug off codas
brings occasion to exclaim hooray
adamantly averse to passive role
writing according to establishment
any conventions such as
some types of poetry
with strict rules include the sonnet,
villanelle, sestina, haiku, and ghazal
though predisposed to avoid extremist measures
such incorporating agents provocateur
I honestly believe evolution of creation
when one can calmly, clearly, and cooly inveigh
towards and YES sacrificing
an innocent child such as Jonbonnet,
or accursed white supremacists such as the KKK
violently drag-queens such as men
who attire and don couture
exposing muscular legs
courtesy form fitting lingerie
or perchance just barely
covering effeminate and/or
exposing male reproductive features
knot caring about exposing flesh
thru meshed gaps between exotic macramé
but never would a bachelor farmer from Norway
attire himself and advertise his package
that obviously doth outweigh
the average size pecker
among the male population of Paraguay
only the young studs
flashing lithe bodies
while lying supine on a quai
while innocent bystanders
admired and oogled
while beach bums engrossed
reading the genre writing of François Rabelais
where on the boardwalk
an enterprising piano player
tickled the ivory of a Steinway,
which lyrics interestingly enough
made reference to the battle of Thermopylae
a famous battle in 480 BC;
a Greek army under Leonidas
annihilated by the Persians,
who were trying to conquer Greece,
but luckily got blown off course to Uruguay.