7200
(not that ye wondered,
but simply tubby like
totally tubularly clear
The Epic of Gilgamesh
will not be extolled here).
Though thoroughly
well mapped, parsed,
scrutinized vibrant
wonders zoom
plethora, sans
newly discovered life forms
cradled with
fecund Gaia's womb
abound within unlikely places
such as mossy
bearded faces
nestling, pronouncing,
and regaling
pharaohs sarcophagus tomb
oceanographers
also find organic entities
adorning, kickstarting,
and thriving
within extremely
remote temperature zones,
where just enough
telly tubby wiggle room
prevails for microscopic
Verizon
patronizing Grand Poobah
barking orders
unicellular viziers heed,
while latter bedecked
with itty bitty plume
invisible to
the naked eye, yet within
subatomic
world wide web
bit players air heir loom
appearing larger
then cereal
grain re: life,
an arrogant, bumptious,
and conceited Don
doth trump his young
unbridled, reprobate,
and ornery baron
as groom
material
to check mate
distracted
checkered populace,
where raucous,
rebellious, riotous
majority lumpen
proletariat fuss and fume
cuz gaudy Mar-a-Lago
hiss poe tate
tow headed (faux towering
Taj Mahal doppelganger),
via slow vac didst
suck socialist rowdy
bot tinny Rajah,
whose apprentice
ship to exhume
(pro bone know) spy bots
miserably condemned
from the get go
as president erupted
rabidly trying to doom
rousing, scenting,
and trawling
non-convincing
"witch hunt,"
yet incontrovertible
evidence carelessly
swept hurriedly
under the rug
(by Russ Shins)
via broom,
thus a sudden spike
visa vis master card er...
comeuppance
will bring ringleader down
with strep away poison
nano trumps all abloom.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Now in summer re:
this Dom minion
doth attest
intention to write
a boot equinox
got out best
head, although pleasurable
to loose imagination
off chest
so thank you for
letting me be
a cerebral guest
and now...
no dilly dallying,
cuz another writing assign
requires responding
to Matthew
Scott Harris's behest!
