Benediction Towards Anonymous Mindful Readers

Reverence affects yours
truly with unmeasurable
infinite jubilant zeal,
sans unbeknownst world wide

(web stirred) fans enamored
with me poetry induce
cogs of mine
noggin to wheel

write (thru the roof),
thus I feel impelled
to spell out
appreciation to those

die hard regular followers
or one time cyber reader,
who (minnie mull lee)
move mouse or gingerly

(collude) manipulate trackpad
motioning qua thumbwheel
scrolling thru each
rich text chord

line figuratively aswarm
with multisyllabic words planted,
cultivated and harvested,
where eyes feast

visually soaking up
mine magic charm
(albeit wrought by
this modest male),

whose virtual crafted
figurative humble Georgia based
Orwellian animal farm
revels with euphoria

more precious then,
(you guessed) bajillion
banked bagged loot
(of quartz without

taking for granite)
die hard aficionados tub hoot,
these stalwart re:dears,
asper scratchings

of this ole coot
oft times curious what attracts
dedicated trooping veterans
(undoubtedly war re:)

like avast horde of
buzzfeed ding flies to fruit,
or motivated students
subjecting her/him self

partial to mental taxation
(without representation)
i.e. (trying to make sense
of confounding poetry authored
by Matthew Scott Harris)

at the select particular institute,
the very same college (within Lake
Woebegone) this alumni
made popular upon being
recognized as a verb hose,
re: noun sub bull
("FAKE" Norwegian bachelor) guy.