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lives among this nebbish atheist of Jewish ancestry

Tongue in cheek Yiddish
humor to playfully scold
often time sounds
like a compliment
yours truly, (a run
of the mill Shlimazel) behold

only knows a smidgen,
yet grew up within household
where foter and muter
kibitzing did unwittingly mold
their second born
and modest chutzpah
regarding only son undersold.

Though at times
he earned appellation schmuck
just ask the misses -
yea that yuck a puck
she will be more
than willing to chuck
**** with delight rattling
off with aplomb and pluck
I eagerly attest with

veracity that she blurts "ƒµ©*
you a$$hole," her
glib endearment -- yuck,
which does wonders
to spark romance
no surprise, yours truly
rather be struck
with self driving
******* self driving motortruck.

Aforementioned language
used by Jews no longer lost
in central and eastern
Europe before Holocaust
originally German dialect

with words tossed
from Hebrew and several
modern languages jost
today spoken mainly
in US, Israel, and Russia.

More so acuity, affinity,
and avidity of late
growing interest doth
not seem to abate,
hence I could rattle

off voluminous spiel
megillah but best abbreviate,
otherwise which followers
might suddenly abominate,
thus this son mentsh chin hubble
meshugener wordsmith

best accommodate
preferred brevity lest
he doth accumulate
a slew of gentile enemies,
apt to annotate
unsolicited comments
their choice lingua franca

pointedly, happily, decisively,
and brazenly annunciate
and cheekily crow
kush meyn tukhes
in Macy's window.

Analogous to most
every previous poetic theme
I set low standards on par
with Bupkis, you probably deem
that comparison over the top,

hence please choose a meme
most apropos even extreme
expletive epithets or... dream
up fictitious, (albeit "fake")
that one day maybe come supreme.
William Lowe Jr Nov 2019
Was living just fine
doing the most.
Got caught at my crime,
now I'm doing jost.
I'm back to the cell ,
& alone in my thoughts.
No way to make bail,
no matter the cost.
Cuz prole got a hold,
I'm here to stay.
Lord knows I've been told,
still I'm living this way.
Can't tell me nuttin,
I'm living to fast.
Every corner I'm cuttin',
with my foot on the gas.
Need to find new road,
then change my life.
Learn to do as I'm told.
Maybe become Barney Fife.
When I get to that point,
everything will be sweet.
I can pull on my joint,
with no shoes on my feet.
Still holding my hand,
is miss Kyrie Nicole.
It's me she can't stand,
or so I've been told.
It's just the way things are,
Cuz I make her sick.
Like when you play a guitar,
you must use a pick.
Still she's my girl,
& always will be.
I'd gladly give her the world,
because I'm her Dad-dy.

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