Come post presidential election 2024...

Thank you for sharing with me, an individual at least one generation removed from mine, maybe the same as mine eldest daughter, who (employed with B Corp -  the nonprofit network transforming the global economy to benefit all people, communities, and the planet that won't stop until all business is a force for good.

Nevertheless, I call out former President Trump...
blitzing, donning, and flagrantly hoisting his arrested development as proof positive he lacks the acuity, diplomacy, and generosity to invite kosher mandates and be voted commander in chief for the second time come Tuesday, November 5, 2024.
As an anonymous voluntary member of the vice squad keeping a mostly straight and true reputation of Hilary Clinton (versus his claim she evinces qualities immediately evident asper an old gnarled hickory stick), I will stick tommy figurative guns in an attempt to staunch the figurative bloodletting heaped upon admirable Democratic constituents.
Concomitant with this near impossible missions will be my unbiased opinion that our FAKE commander in chief aspires to abrogate, denominate, and generate demonstrable gimcrackery, invidious kleptocracy, and incorporate questionable statecraft.
Analogous to an old chestnut tree (well rooted to create self serving, vassal hating, and re: tweeting from conscionable, fashionable, and inimitable laudable official, regal unequivocal x all did gratuitous justifiable management, this citizen banker does intend zealous altercation, bestir commonwealth, and dutifully engineer fairness given hover into jaundiced keeper LivingSocial lee, maneuvering opprobrious presidential qualities!
Pointblank obnoxious quintessential recklessness, subpar tacitly ubiquitous voracious wickedness, xing yawping zapping, and brokering capitalistic demagoguery constitute just the tip of that metaphorical iceberg.
His blatant, downright damn the torpedoes unleashed viciousness woebegone lake luster personal gain to shore up his claque king coterie of family, friends and wu tang clan, wracked worst world wide White House den of thieves, which wake formerly somnambulant populace to the utter void of requisite skill unfairly acquired via host of apprentice television show.
The terrestrial terrain teams now teems with thuggery, skullduggery, and raggedy quality people opposing necessary, manifold linkedin kneads jettisoning important human goods fleecing essential democracy, compromising basis authors of Declaration of Independence, and framers of Constitution rang the bell of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
The zero sum game trampling, traipsing traducing basic birthrights botched, bumbled, and blithely desecrated via this tattle tale telling, tee totaling, trumpeting tyro leaves tracks of depravity, gallimaufry.
Thus, (in my humble viewpoint), this mister Donald (meister usurper of power meanwhile iz willy nilly, higgledy piggledy, and wantonly indiscriminately sans helter skelter lapsing into the figurative seat of his back hoe while steam rolling, and letting swing the wrecking ball like a Golem on the loose.
Trademark bully tactics trumpet his abominable, execrable, and irascible back hoe steam roller tactics to divert attention from whence he plopped his paws into as many profitable, questionable, and reprehensible theatrics to offset the mounting evidence of his nepotism oozing pew tin utterances bring cataclysm at the doorstep of thee average American, who seem to cower, fawn, and grant high jacking identity guard, which crass flagrant indiscretion inflict opposition to progressive quests.

Thank you more than words can say (and a vicious rumor circulates - started by none other than yours truly, i.e. me) that wordsmith dejure can pump out quite a volume of persiflage in one breath, yet will spare thee the agonizing experience to wade thru a thicket of verbiage (mine), whereby yar noggin might be throbbin analogous to a spooled bobbin.

Now for something completely different from political badinage, I present --

Dialect Tickle Matt Arial Hiz im

Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo, Harpo, Groucho, and Chico)
whose acts brought generations of laughter to Vaudeville and
then the Silver Screen ad libbed, linkedin, and ransacked skits
zoid material Bing very loosely based on writings of Karl Marx
(No relation) and Friedrich Engels. They whar instrumental qua
Cingular Capital one political philosophy paradigm.

Bit players transformed outlook and pinterest, when their
collective insight did cents how masses (i.e. bourgeois) took
a rakish (otherwise) up standing Norwegian bachelor farmer
for comic relief to break monotony of agrarian obligations,
and serve up one heaping healthy portion per production sans
whatever whims would crop up infusing Thespian showdown
incorporating commune nic cache shun(disproportionate)
app peals studded terrain with locked havens avast re shtetl ment.

Hoi Polloi re: common folk in sore need of distraction and belief
in a brighter side of life, than saliva dehydrating brute nose
to the grindstone pathetic existence, yoked as oxen to plows,
where plodding tattered shod feet scraped a pencil thin line,
whence, seeds sprinkled into futile ruts forecast angry birds
to shutterfly, twittering like badass beastie boys bumming.

Inn ascent bystanders avian avatars initially supposedly sprung
from ergot, mushroom and/or smut spores, whereas the myth
of one mortal idol (matthew scott harris) did rival Vladimir
Ilich (frequently corrupted into I gotta n itch) Lenin.
alien archeologists from outer limits of the twilight zone
unearthed busts of guy, whose couture, the best skid row wardrobe.

He sported longish wavy (fluffy when washed once every fort
McHenry night), which characteristics evoked Chaplinesque
down on his luck Dickensian doddering dude, who cast
an immediate bum er dishabille, he happened to be plenti
non the poorer and ranked near topface listing of Forbes,
and whose trivial pursuit with flickr ring idea to GoLong.

As a poet by fashioning his adversity into discordant clumps
of clichés, facsimiles, idiomatic limply mixed metaphors in a
per verse manner reflecting a discombobulated egghead
delivered an ova night fashionable fame, though syrup prize
zing lee met with profound success, and bore fruit of the loom
(one of his countless offspring’s he begot – unbeknownst

to him iz this schlepper) constitutes this blimey dorky and
fluky guy, whose weakness when communicating about
extemporaneously usually leaves the reader like totally
tubular confused like cool and groovy man!

Feel free to lash out and emasculate this bard

an older looking (albeit married) fellow,

who feels amenable

to put down his figurative (right) guard.

A contemplative, furtive, intuitive... scribe who

Awoke with existential nihilism since... birth

(Otherwise titled poetic
gobbledygook trot -
oven chilly cooked confusion eliciting
faint thanks a lot
unbeknownst this tasteless,
senseless, rhymeless... lettered

Rorschach test tease I jot
interpretation, viz hitting
analogously like amorphous melted ingot
watch yourself...
d's lines iz still smok'n HOT,
now I puzzle regarding how

to extricate mess elf aye got
into try'n to strut and trumpet
hightailing to Hong Kong
entrepôt yea, that dot
on the map embroiled -

in political fracas fifteen minutes
of fame Andy Warhol didst allot
every man, woman,
and child even no bot
tee like me.)

Anyway... when zombie like,
I try to dead reckon eyes
purposefulness astride oblate spheroid
nsync with other gals and guys
either one, t'other or all
mask cue lated in disguise

impossible mission to triangulate
Euclid say logic defies
to comprehend gibberish
no matter how much you scrutinize
his highness, qua shape
shifting imperfect square stumps

any tree men diss great mind to analyze
me skewering, marinating, gunning... decries
abiding any logical positivism
queries best addressed to Lord of the Flies
since nary handy dandy blues clues,
I opted out thus...

rubbish provided to synthesize
random words helter skelter
strewn to symbolize
absent any rhyme or reason
courtesy handy matted figurative
trapezoid doth employ

no paradigm to exercise
leaving comprehension after mine demise
so go ahead chastise
cuz I already know,
never will said poetry win apprize.

Initially, an attempt
sought regarding Das scribe,
yours truly donning checkerboarded rawhide
collared, cuffed oversize raiment, pride
and prejudice obscured
courtesy hand-me-downs
couture also decking out
alley oop trapeze artist bride
of Frankenstein grooming in attendance
with her bonafide
circus motley crew, a veritable
monster mish mashup
happenstance didst decide
unlike traditional feted newlyweds
swingers airborne did only abide.

The law of gravity aerial
pas de deux bodies airborne
aloft pledging their respective troths sworn
fleeting suspended animation while shorn
infinitesimally of Earth's pull
only expert can playfully scorn

accomplishment courtesy no greenhorne
neophytes in utero umbilical cord,
taking root as metaphorical acorn,
thus unbridled and groomed skill inborn
burst out the womb like heated popcorn
snapped up since birth well worn

genes Ringling Brothers and
Barnum & Bailey circus practiced morn
till night stunts became second nature
encore performance no matters bodies outworn.
Curtain Call now doth close
unrehearsed poetic gambit,

cuz yours truly tuckered out I suppose
ready to take his doze
zee dough into dreamland, expose
zing oft times confused
with dark shadows of outer limits

of twilight zone, where me lovely bones froze
where sudden night mare arose
gripping courtesy rigor mortis head to toes
daunting wordsmith champion
manifestation of daily woes.

Suddenly me clutched
by melancholic despair
somnambulantly where
countless tomb morrows tramp
scarcely undifferentiated from yesterday's care

wracking psyche with wrath plus fear
at accursed purposelessness near
faux sing myself regarding pas
city to emulate good cheer.