Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Castaway stranded on figurative
deserted island pitted with absolute
zero salvation, sole recourse
finds scant consolation with prayer
lifetime atheist draws futile faith
within himself grudgingly accepting

feeble accomplishments ditto permanent
estrangement among kith and kin tortured
more punishingly versus death sentence of
choice: firing squad, gallows, guillotine...
nostalgically sentimentally, and zealously
yearning fore gone girl(s) of mine, one

spouse two grown offspring long since
severed emotional home ties even when
under same roof appalled, embarrassed,
jarred particularly regarding good for
nothing hang dog looking papa, mentally
unfit father, who wrought misery

upon heads he begat chronically dirt poor
Mainline moocher never earning a bloody
cent claiming psychological disability
(verity s...

Poet who exhibits panache - meant...

to tickle your fancy dear reader rabbit,

perchance European G-man double agent

regarding the following poem

with kick a$$, je ne sais quois

ingenious, humorous bent

even though reasonable rhyme
mebbe worth no mo' than ten cent

doth quickly make descent

from ridiculous to sublime

and/or visa versa poetic event

trademark courtesy one

sexagenarian formerly fervent

nonestablishmentarian

long haired pencil necked

geeky, dorky, and nerdy
January born quirky,

Yankee doodling gent.

Anyway, as usual I blog alone
(today January 25th, 2025)

while this Poe whit carries a wish bone
but, tis just me and my future self as a *crone
that amble along the boulevard,

while over head buzzes a sir valence drone
blares out an air/ear splitting command

cour...

Inspection will NOT take place January 21st, 2025...

but much to my relief, said mandatory inquisition (rather inspection) will take place sixty nine days later (due the math and inform me of any error if applicable), which date will be March 28, 2025.
 

My entire body electric went into system of the down mode after mistakenly presuming that the triumvirate would loudly rap on our apartment door (B44 in case ye happen to inquisitive). As a result yours truly and the missus knuckled and buckled down into high gear furiously scrambling to complete some grunt work, and tossing out recyclables willy nilly plus bagged tempe intended for a future meal of mine.

At 0700 hours (indicated
courtesy notification slipped under door
less than twenty four hours)
hence foretold ill fate
by property (crooks and quade) management
the head honcho zaftig, kathleen bergen -
no nickname for her yet
(who replaced wanker),
and Rich (text depeche mode) the snit...

HO HO WHOA Second Chance algorithm drawing for January 17, 2025

No matter I kept fingers and toes crossed,
and waited with bated breath since January 2, 2025
even converted from skeptic to orthodox Judaism,
and strictly followed the Torah,
Talmud, and traditional Jewish laws,
and made good on the gamut
of my misdeeds considered a shonda,
nevertheless yours truly
courtesy the powers at large fell,
not slated to win
(til death do me part if lucky),
and thus one mediocre
poet from Perkiomen Valley
reduced to a life of panhandling,
(which required a bit of skill let
said modus operandi,
no more lofty a trade
than being a pickpocket)
essentially a nobody, outcast
without a podcast, pariah, et cetera),
who plodded himself
along the boulevard of broken dreams
relegated as an American idiot,
no matter a supposed
hidden potential of smarts
attested to be placed in section 7B1

Inauguration Day 2025 - Monday, January 20, 2025, 12:00?PM

Aforementioned event interestingly enough
coincides with Martin Luther King Junior day.

The late reverend American minister and activist,
now and forever more immortalized in the promised land
despite his work among the living left incomplete,
this day eclipsed by commencement
of the forty seventh president of the United States.

Founding fathers graves housing their lovely bones
will rattle and hum with inaudible soundcloud
insync with the shuddering ghost of George Washington
appalled at the chain of events
culminating with MAGA
"Make America Great Again" (MAGA),
an American political slogan and political movement
most recently popularized by Donald Trump
during his successful
presidential campaigns in 2016 and in 2024.

Thus, for all ye Democrats,
who fervently did pray,
and bet their bottom dollar
on a poli...

No lentil beans before bedtime unless...

(alternately titled: unrelenting flatulence)

initially crafted the eleventh day of October
two thousand and nineteen.

After reading this
tears of laughter ye may weep
withal manner of phlegm spurting from nostrils
unable to succumb to dream laden shut-eye.

Ya wanna count bajillion sheep,
but tween gluteus maximus powerful
natural gas explosions during sleep
(ass suspected source) – courtesy missus
she served me lentil beans piled outsize heap
sinister been off fish shunt ploy
spouse I may no longer keep,
cuz dream house went up in flames
reduced to ashes smoldering (Uriah hit) heap

an feeble attempt made to extinguish courtesy
urination which suddenly found me awoke

moments ago groggily awakened out deep
slumber out requisite snooze,
cuz I bean dog tired exhausted fuel
driving one clunky body ...

Thistle Be Nettlesome To Weed...

Who (on a lark) doth
spur my distant soul
fully bellowed ahoy
quickly hastening
ye to catfish
as a way to avoid
this beastie boy
wherein America playfulness
of generic gull versus buoy
ought tubby coy,

where thee
(latter days haint)
feeble, (non fable us)
jerry-rig mock up employ

appetizing as pâté de foie
gras, flavored for
tastebuds of goy
opposed to dietary
strictures of Jew,
moost likely christening
implies holier than thou
(especially, asper those hoy
tee toy
tee upscale rich folk)
proudly prideful mensch
linkedin kindling joy

de vivre, while
quietly dwelling stoke
king traditions ensconced, poke
king and prodding youngest
generation to become
rooted like mighty oak,
within their mini mansions,
and attending synagogue,

Fork git about spooner hiz um

Perchance yar juiced a young man or woman

maybe born, bread and raised
in the city that never sleeps

and as a loyal son or daughter take a tram

to enjoy a tasty repast with widowed momma,

cuz eve since da papa passed away....

a futile attempt made to fill that void

awash with more'n than
half a century of wedded bliss,

whereat purposelessness pervasive

per surviving mother,
who feigns happiness, regales others

with showers of affection,
and remains active feeding her avocation

comprising striving and succeeding
to be adept within the culinary arts

thru self taught trials and errors
of brave taste testers

(which guinea pigs ought
to get medal of honor for bravery),

though her exemplary cooking reputation
exceeds five star Michelin rating

through meticulous and ridiculous
and ex...

Upon a dark and stormy night...

as jagged bolts of lightning
tore thru the the midnight clear
and figuratively ripped the sky to shreds
(analogous to jumping Jack flash),
and ear splitting thunder crackled
testing the threshold of tolerance
zombies of Sugar Hill came alive
and danced to the sound of music,
exhibiting spot on choreography
to the late Michael Jackson's thriller album,
whereat despite feigned affableness
of ineradicable purple creepy people eaters ,
the ghoulish fiendish beasts
wantonly ravaged entire hectares
(once flush with royally bountiful crops)
leaving farmer in the dell
thus rendering impossible mission

to sing Hi-ho, the derry-o,

cuz his countenance
plastered with a poker face
and future offspring born this way
after mutations arose

linkedin to hardscrabble existence
forcing inhabitants to eat grass
most likely...

Unshakable Psychic Seizures Quakes Oh Man!

(no matter extreme global

warming more dire,
then cursing me smoldering

infernal languishing spitfire.)

Shade did adolescent

facade drifts asunder

asper...a major emotional blunder

shielding sensitive myopic eyes

against quashed

then young life, never
ordinarily gathering rose buds,

now I always wonder.

No, never so much

as a feeble arc

unable to issue even a light bark

unresponsive as a

cold bunsen burner,

nor can Clark
Kent marshal superman,

thus vital willpower

bleak and dark

within thine body electric

as mine life

journey doth embark

completing protracted orbit

whar raging self against time

strikes into metaphorical abysmal pit

continuing charade of