7200
Far moost
o' me
three score
minus one year
tethered upon
terra firmae where
planet Earth
doth veer
(spins upon
the global axis
(tilted 23.5
degrees from
the plane
of its orbit
around the sun),
terrestrial genesis
(perhaps accompanied
for Pete's sake
by Gabriel
blowing his horn)
in all
honesty unclear
boot more
oven concern
points to thermonuclear
and/or subnuclear
war, particularly
at forefront
of thine
primate noggin
actively hypothesizing
theoretical armageddon,
when non
plus ultra gravitates
with e pluribus
unum necessitating
each individual
to bend over
and kiss his/her rear
goodbye unless
total merciless queer
hue loss atomic
fallout immediately
incinerates e'en
the moost savvy profiteer,
which afore
mentioned prognostication
arose from overbear
ring hazy,
hot and humid
dangerous
heat spell near
lee approximating
insufferable
temperature
nearing triple digits
(along
Eastern Seaboard
of United
baked States
makes this human,
an immediate
convert to
climate control
(though he
happened
tubby already)
basking, glorifying,
and luxuriating
within delightful
60º Fahrenheit
mere really
expressing gratitude
for such
creature comfort
donning my
stretched out
birthday suit,
(yet thee moost
comfortable leisurewear
then thrift
store "special bag
mountain
of clothes
as mooch
as Yukon sales,"
no matter
mine ill mannered
mirrored reflection
doth jeer
at such
a sorry sight,
and/or
laugh reading
interlinear
monologue colloquy,
which message
gleaned be
tween lines,
and should
this poem
be red aloud,
thy orgasmic
passion linkedin
with humming
HVAC, ye
would hear
courtesy hove
cochlear
(hollow tube
in the inner ear)
sensitive to
deafening sounds...
so beware!
