Elegy

I love crisps,
Any kind of crisps,
There are many flavours,
Accompanied by dips....

Twirling it’s existent laughter against lonely retreated thighs
Suicides drawing insane memories on...

Ordinarily all manner
of tomfoolery doth abound,
celebrated for countless centuries
by...

Don't come close. Only will I say it once,
Because second and third chances are done
I'm not...

So all I ask, would be
inviting, offering, and ushering me to
top secret cygnet committee...

Flinty stones figuratively rolling inside
whooping out that primal
binaural beat of your drum...

I mull mortality
thru lens crafted occipital orbs
regarding a better future
experience...

My humblest apology if the following account
doth gross thee out forlorn childhood of mine
...

Yes, believe me you,
I (also considered the best karaoke singer
for the go-go's)
...

offers his unsolicited tidbits
as scene courtesy
the following virtually
staged...

This subdued wordsmith
doth not rack his brains to coon fess appeal
toward one household pop...

blowing 99 red balloons April 9th, 2023
will signal 158 years since Appomattox
plus what...

Powder milk biscuits helped yours truly,
a Norwegian farmer wannabe feel bold
enough to...

offered, husbanded, and collected
when winning solitaire
Nothing beats that exaltant rush of...

Despite what outside temperature registers
(even absolute zero), the official arrival
of...

The following binary raw bits
hither and yon to and fro flits
across eyes of unknown reader...

Since adopting the guise
of Norwegian bachelor farmer,
I may as well fabricate genetic stock...