a brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte

specified such so as to issue a rhyme,
but proceed as this scribe
doth git linkedin with the cutting crew
yet not the least whirlwind will offset
my b52 Hair style,

or hirsute shellacked beehive type do
no matter from what literary website,
an unsuspecting reader will accidentally
stumble upon a ewe

fo' mystic impression
wilt ache shape about myself
some accurate ledge gin dairy horsesense
about me will ensue,
especially if I sheepishly admitted,

this beastie boy iz a genuine foo
fighter toward this former
stone temple pilot, wildly whizzing,
gurgling in age inappropriate burbling,

dribbling, flickr ring for a goo goo
doll to dare buffer end me, hub bee of piggish,
ham handed, bay kin a poetic slop hoo
might at this juncture succinctly cease reading

prior to putting finishing touches on ma igloo
when the remaining portion of this dippily goofy,
slippery when whet, trippy treacle G.I. Jew
who would, more aptly

coon sitter himself hub
horn hug ken atheist, boot knew
not a whit about Judaism,
nor any other belief paradigm,

yet does get fixated (usually in the loo)
about philosophical ideas,
which yet to be revealed
abstract notion came to me

while enjoying a plateful of moo
goo gai pan, plus other Chinese food
(a favorite cuisine),
now aye will try to new
dill back to the initial pretext
found me drawing blanks
(no not shooting) – ooh
aah, this theme within guttersnipe noggin
more difficult to codify than one whiz

constipated and try'n might damn hard tip poo
anyway, the general premise alighted, and fired
mine gray matter cause a major cerebrum jam up
with sudden crackling star bursts forced
great mind over matter to set brainy bedlam
in an organized queue
so while attention of your
might be moderately rapt, this rue
stirring, hen pecked spouse

best stop digitally squawking sew
the ethereal essence can beak comb
brought to cypher awareness too
and in a figurative nutshell,

when doth a scrivener know when to quit
or tubby pointed rhetorical question -
at what juncture does any artisan
more prolific than yours truly
reckon that his/her faux masterpiece

can no longer be perfected?,
cuz further rit
dick kuel us tampering, potche ing, footsing,
would induce dedicated followers of mine
to undergo severe urge to wanna spit

or throw FAKE nipples,
subsequently they would feel tit
till late head, find this schlemiel
to end this plotz to whit!

FINIS.