They call me:..

Chuckleheaded Snollygoster

a.k.a

Blockhead Unscrupulous Individual

a.k.a

Doltish Unprincipled Human-being

a.k.a

Dull Conscienceless Organism


I just call myself:..


a Stupid Person!

A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank

key teachers approximately
     42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago (most whose names frank
lee listed below),

     when the need to access
and retrieve
     immediate necessary information
     analogously interleaved

     among coaxial bracts
during examinations relegated
     as hopelessly lost
     into interstitial invisible cranial cracks

irretrievably buried
     during examinations, which age
(feels like a million years ago)
     often found me seized and caged
with sudden inability to remember

     any vital answers as gauged
evidenced by nothing writ
ten on paper (even including my name),
     thus loosely similar as aye sit
to compose poetry,
     and/or prose tempted to quit

asper defeated by resignation,
     and sinking sensation in the pit
of my stomach (more so regarding orbit
ting like an unsound garden  

     black hole son around cold (mit
ten necessary) awful days grudgingly
     handing over like a lit
till insignificant being,
     a test paper devoid of academic grit

analogously surrendering
     (while feeling fit
tubby tied, sense internally emit
ting abnegation sans chafing at the bit,

yet no sooner did buzzer indicated test
time over, then (of course),
     an instantaneous pest
that blocked chunk dramatically
     flowered gloriously invoking nest

head treasured mother lode
     of learned information invest
ment accounting for principle ball lanced
     formerly figuratively barricaded facts
     suddenly at my behest

ironically retaining to this day
dogged details amazingly,
     now gracing lix spittle fist size gray
dictating academic failure

     forcing laying down pen hay
for ma forgotten requisite thoughts may
king skepticism about self thrive, ray
zing mailer demons impossible to slay,

when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with exception of sixth)

     freely exercised diabolical chord
churlish ******* animalistic
     zealous yakking, wickedly,
     aye (a basket case) deplored

unprintable (epithets) this then
     (unprincipled urchin) puny pupil felt lord
did over whacked, sans receiving end,
     viz fiendishly gruesome
     hellish instructions mean teacher scored.

Assignments buttressed with ultimatums
harkening back to Jurassic period earlier
in the dawning primate consciousness.

Lesson material kindled justifiable license
in league garnered insignia heft brought pupils
to heal predicated, via warped weft woven
wonderfully wrought writs welcomed whips
with warranty whenever recalcitrant ruffian
refused respecting reptilian rubric representative
saber rattling, where...

(The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver
of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will
Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do),
which loosely rendered regularly warbled

wishy washy verse curmudgeons freedom
granted to interpret as one decrepit, hawkish
insignia certified one beaming Eve and/or
stud deed brute soffit.

Education often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to or from Aunt Emma to this Jack,
oh napeswho never wrote back
sheesh, alas and alack.

Nefarious mean linkedin kickstarter jawboning
torturous treatment tolerated, asper imps
of pervert, mutant Ninja Turtles duty bound
antsy youthful yokel yodelers weathering ululating
sing-song quintessential precepts.

adieu:
math a hew
scott harris a gentile Jew
all ways felt like new
kid on the block isolated

     in his hermetically sealed queue
pay perm ash shay watched per view
whew
at last in conk clew shun to you
from one primate within the human zoo.

A rhetorical question finds me asking
(to no one in particular) why I recall
the names of grade school teachers
approximately fifty years ago (whose
names listed below), when the need

to retrieve necessary information due
ring examinations (less time ago)
often found me seized with sudden
inability to remember any vital ants
sirs (even including my name), thus

grudgingly handing over blank test paper
analogously surrendering a vital
document gracing terms of defeat
into the scaly claws (zen nay), sans

first to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout,
Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably majority of first thru
sixth grade accorded accredited
ancient authenticated creatures.
They freely exercised diabolical

churlish ******* animalistic zeal
us yakking, wickedly unprintable
upon (unprincipled urchin) at
receiving end of fiendishly grue
some hellish instructions. Assign
ments buttressed with ultimatums

harkening back to Jurassic period
earlier in dawning primate con
sciousness. Lesson material kindled
with justifiable license in league
with garnered insignia. Heft

to bring pupils to heal predicated
via warp and weft woven wonder
fully. Wrought writs welcomed
whips with warranty whenever
recalcitrant ruffian refused

respecting reptilian rubric repre
sentative rattling (The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of
the ***** and Whipping Cords

Will Serve You More Than Ropes
Will Ever Do), which loosely
rendered regularly warbled
wishy washy verse curmudgeons
freedom granted to interpret

as one decrepit, hawkish insignia
certified one beaming Eve and/
or stud deed brute soffit. Education
often relied on the weekly reader,

and letters to and/or from Aunt
Emma. Nefarious mean linkedin
kickstarter jawboning torturous
treatment tolerated, asper imps

of the pervert, mutant Ninja
Turtles duty bound antsy
youthful yokel yodelers
weathering ululating sing-song
and quintessential precepts.

Atheistic beneficent credo,
dogmatically evokes fundamental
gnostic humanistic invocations,
joyously kickstarting literary

métier, native oeuvre
pulsating quintessentially,
rudimentary schema
traversing utilitarian vectors,
winsomely xing yore zen.
*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *    
     boastfulness, haughtiness, pomposity....,
     nor beg for any red cent
though methinks housing,
     donning, adopting...,
     a mephistophelian air proffers
     more beneficial cree dent
     shills, especially when combined
     with healthy dose

     of chutzpah fosters invincible
     unprincipled dogmatic elan,
     finessing, gilding,
     and honing event
chew wool machiavellian
     braggadocio with fervent
sea, sans this generic,
     kinetic, and laconic (ha)

     of Lix orbitz (around
     sun) dry gent,
who downplays his aptitude,
     cerebral enlightenment,
     and native intelligent
potential, cuz humility more
     appealing to me,
     asper applicably analogous

     with demeanor of Clark Kent
than (say...) disreputable, horrible,
     and lamentable disposition
     blatantly evinced
     by mal level lent
quasi metaphorical pyromaniac
     igniting proxy wars meant
to dispel any shadow of a doubt,

     that trumpeting self righteous
     privileged machismo coven nant
only allows, enables, and
     strictly provides access of
     materialistic trappings
     (such as opulent
metaphorical arena i.e. on par
     with Mar-a-Lago Club pent

house suite), and vamoose
     with dirt poor dill link quint
     (viz Matthew Scott Harris),
     he hook can barely pay rent
(true not "FAKE"), where moost
     of his measly money spent
(albeit on the bare necessities,
     which social security

     disability allowance
     (monthly) support, may force him,
     and the missus
     out in the cold
     shivering in a tent,
or he may forego
     surviving (like Euell Gibbons)
     on wild roots, bark,

     berries...(shelving) camping,
     and scout out
     a prime heating vent
most like in the
     city of brotherly love
     after poverty doth reign
     nasty, short and brutish

     suffocatingly crush,
     extinguish flickr of hope,  
     and flush away optimism
     every fibre of mine existence
     from within this decrepit body
     life source runneth went.

When I was young I
met a circus performer.
I was interested in finding out
how he learned to
ride a unicycle. I blurted
out the question anxious for
his response. He looked me
in my eyes and replied. Life
is about balance. Never
be so righteous that you become
a judge-mental holy roller,
but also don't be unprincipled
lacking morals taking advantage
of the good hearted. I sat
there puzzled and still to this
day I don't know how to ride
a Unicycle, but that lesson
taught me how to be a decent
and understanding human being.

Your robust seductive voice allures me
Takes me to the greatest depths of extraordinary euphoria
Makes me so gung ** about your smoking
And soul-rocking hotness, chocolate-macho Romeo
Luscious muscled seductiveness, dangerous and luminous movingness

Your exquisite, thrilling beauty is so highly collectible
And pleasurable, creatively treasured majesticness
Confident reverent finesse king, resplendent
With mean supreme dreaminess
I love gawking at your top-notch stalwart body

The way you flex your **** manly pecs
Your attention-grabbing abs, your monstrous unrelenting arms
Crash-hot swagged-out magic splash
So beardtastic and thugtastic, so passionate and spectacular
You make me gasp when you grasp your unmatched savage shaft

Slow stroke it; make me wanna ******* it
Spit on it; make me wish to lick it up
Speak slick, filthy language; make me hanker
To be surrounded by your divine presence
Glide in your fiery wild vibe, intertwined with your invitingness

Nothing parallels your amorous blazing straightness
The way you press your hands against your smooth sinewy *****
Make addictive, exalted sounds that excite my mind
Make me hunger to jump on your monster-pumping gut stick
Ride your ****, feel your divide my insides

Spank my silken voluptuous backside
Let your hands cling to my luscious scrumptious lady humps
Command me, entrance me, take me into your wonderfully
Hypnotic and sparkling mantuary, render me susceptible
To your incredible eclectic heavenliness

And as you flog your long, rock-solid log
Moaning just the way I like it, breathing sexually
You move your delectable flexing muscles
Exhibiting your slick-*** manhood
Such a hypnotizing wild thing
An unprincipled licentious dream lover

You talk naughty evocative words
You fall into the brilliant, relentless rhythm
Of your deliciously wicked masculinity
Your oiled and prominent limbs tremble as you reach a tremendously
Sensuous and mind-bending crescendo
And crank out a mad fat load all over your dope macho abs

It’s something about seeing
A strong, stout-hearted man
That tremendously turns me on
I have heard that it’s immoral
To fantasize about men
To be with them and build
A sweet and loving family
Many would say it’s unprincipled
For the gay community to join in matrimony

To wed means that a man
And woman comes together
To fuse a bond that should last
Forever as the love they carry
In their hearts for each other
I am an unchained soul
Living in my truthfulness
Believing contrastingly from others
I presume that all LGBTQ beings
Should have the right to become
Espoused and cherish the affection
They have for another everlastingly

I have tried in the past to walk
Away from everything that
Consisted of being a homosexual
I thought people would love me
Better if I conformed to the norm
And lived their way, but it was
Much harder than I believed
Attempting to expunge
That part within me that
Enormously poisoned my core
Telling myself that it was
All a phase and in time
I would be back to my authentic self

But it was challenging
To not think about men
How they moved me
Incomparably into dreamworlds
Than the world of women
Still, I attempted to let it all go
And live a life without
My gay counterpart
It was in the weeks to come
That I saw myself falling
A thousand depths below ground
It was earth-shattering
Breaking me apart, piece by piece
Seeing gorgeous men every day
And walking in a different direction
To avoid gazing their way

I was losing myself
In trying to be what others
Wanted from me
Wanting to have friends in my life
Than to watch them walk out on me
They told me I was doing
The right thing by leaving
It all behind, that in time
It would be nothing but
A faraway remembrance
That would no longer
Have power over me

In those days, I was more
Brokenhearted than ever
Walking through life
As a shadowed soul
That no glowing light in sight
On the inside, I felt like
I was declining, divided
From society, not comprehending
What anything meant around me
Who I wanted to be was something
That I knew many others would detest
Before I became enlightened
I was searching for validation
From the world to aid me
In surviving another day

It took a while for me to see
That it’s far greater to be
Your true unapologetic self
Than what society wants you to be
You will only end up destroying yourself
When you stay hidden from
Your authentic existence
It doesn’t matter if people
Love you or not, you must
Love yourself wholeheartedly
It doesn’t make you stronger
When you are following a norm
It only weakens you more
When you choose to hide
Your certified identity
And lock it behind closed doors