As a Citizens banker,
sequestered within my one bedroom bunker
I feel compelled
to acknowledge my gratitude,
where due diligence most pronounced
courtesy the following avid die hard fans,
drawing media and paparazzi
and catapulted aforestated bank manager
to rock star status
where the madding crowds
camped in tents outside
drawing the following phrase
approximately four years from the
somber day when enjoying respite
as war between the states appeared
to be drawing to a close
where all's well did not end well
from the play watched by Abraham Lincoln -
watching the three-act farcical comedy
"Our American Cousin"
by Tom Taylor when he was assassinated
on April 14th, 1865.
Delivered on the brink of the American Civil War,
Lincoln made a passionate plea for unity, famously stating:
"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory... will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”
Thus the following
sentiment toward thee
concerning cyber crooks who
(countless time and again)
electronically stole funds of mine
and went on a spending spree
much to my aggravation re:
guarding, forcing, and enervating
yours truly Matthew Scott Harris
whose checking accounts
put back in order QED
usually stands for
quod erat demonstrandum
a Latin phrase meaning
"which was to be demonstrated"
(Colloquial): A modern,
humorous interpretation often used
to say that a conclusion
or point has been quickly established
to salvage sanity of mine
courtesy worthwhile years
of your expertise
managing the tiring rigmarole
after heartfelt plea
from victim of bank fraud
quite an unpleasant spacy odyssey
opening new checking accounts
shifting anemic funds
from old corrupted accounts
then into new ones by ye - a nominee
hands down quite sought after
by others aside,
and someone I can bank on
from yours truly id est me
an experienced financial licensee
to reconcile botched accounts of mine
a worse fate than death
or being deliberately targeted
by ten thousand maniacs
who invisibly held myself as kidnappee,
until ransom paid,
but in the interim
forced to be the main entertainment
courtesy nasty, short
and brutish ignoble savages
for the two hundred and fiftieth jubilee,
when the founding fathers
proclaimed their autonomy
and trumpeted no more kings
nor suffering more'n one injury
against their freedom
witnessed where children
riding on papa's high-knee
though unsure the rhyme or reason
why the big hoopla
and ear deafening glee
when passing generations
declared America home of the brave
and land of the free
where ghost of the late
Gene Shay did emcee
as revolutionary re-enactors did decree
and clink goblets
with home grown
sons and daughters
of the American revolution
with vintage 1776 Chablis
whereat homeboys and homegirls
got tipsy and beastie
unaware and oblivious that democracy
in short time thereafter would be put thru
the kool aid electric acid test
breaching every coda, diktat, edit
courtesy the British army
without apology
when the first true test
of America's democratic framework
the presidential election of 1800,
a bitter, heavily partisan contest
between John Adams
and Thomas Jefferson
which resulted in an unexpected
Electoral College tie,
marking the very first
peaceful transfer of power
between rival political parties,
when the young-bloods
who identified themselves
as the new-republic
declared themselves as
a sectarian contra band
drumming up
an instantaneous following.
Finis