Amidst Swirling Eddies Of Fate...

Negligible power prevails
no matter one jock or nerd
feverishly hollars, fumes
decries, berates... absurd

fickle finger (middle phalange
doubling up as
flipping the bird),
unlikely the powers

that be heard
such lament, would not forfeit
issuing the last juicy,
meaty and tasty word

tis "FAKE" vanity
trumpeting to delude
those, who experience
a sourpuss mood,

when vile unfortunate
circumstances collude
(as if Putin on the Ritz),
whether you be dame or a dude,

no matter, the mindset
finds thee to brood
why without rhyme
or reason Saint Jude

or some other divine being
gleefully laughing out loud,
spurring an angrily strong
temptation to utter a crude

expletive taking by
surprise WASPY, snooty,
and noisily rude
listeners, who quickly exude

a gasp as if ye in pranced the nude
giving slight consolation punching
back at invisible joker
no matter he/she

could not be viewed
nonetheless yours truly
succeeded to read this
mashup, and get thee wooed.