Pressed for time
after taking some shut eye
that would rival Rip Van Winkle
I self plagiarize a poem of mine
written back when yours truly
a foolish young guy.

 

Written/updated since last yesteryear
during global coronavirus pandemic

unlike any other metonym,
when out of this world

outlandish accouterments

people did wear
hermetically sealed

Halo, she of the deft Sun gleam and beam nails flicked furiously thru the menagerie of stamps at her hub, that gracefully enunciated  work station.

Environmental sumptuous sym

The post office door closed in a boisterous squeak as the employees departed sullen and sulky,  on the day of the fatalistic closure with no reverse rescue volte face on even the dimmest horizon likely.

Twas the umpteenth time
the wife kicked the "sir" courtesy
stealth bomber engineered him out of bed,
cuz not only did my body exhibit
involuntary leg twitching
but my whole bag
of lovely bones went thrashing
like the tooth gnasher superflasher,
and of course, said spouse
gave me Das Boot

D-elve into that which uplifts
 

not far from the lips when in earshot of Amelie
my eldest sister undergoing chemotherapy
for lymphoma of the breast
and a couple of other suspicious areas
on her skin in close proximity.

Now a cursory overview of Harris highlights

to help the reader understand mein kampf.

Yesterday, March 26th, 2026,

cause I practiced abstinence
(when absolute zero hedonistic desire) 
abstemiously sublimating any 
twitching dormant hormonal secretions
toward crafting poetry or prose
including an exceptional
double entendre bon mot
one of which usually interpreted
as risqué or indecent.

Now welcome to my prevaricated life,
where once libido took a kamikaze nosedive
courtesy the side effects of
one or more of
my nine prescription medications
taken for social anxiety
(once near debilitating panic attacks

Magnolia scratched her CHIN, SCOWLED, UTTERED A MILD SHRIEK to herself.

Would that remind the “READER”  of other people in their lives.!!!!