Poem -

First Impressions

First Impressions

This atheistic, intelligent, liberal minded
nonestablishmentarian wetted,
wedded, and webbed
christened Matthew
Scott Harris, haint gotta clue,
how bias, discrimination,
prejudice didst brew
within me noggin
admitting to myself,
(that though tolerant
towards most other people)
amidst variegated hue
mankind cutting crew,
I can not wholeheartedly
dislodge un arguably stubborn presence
of disagreeably unwanted notions,
an effort quite few
till to expunge, though not clearly
delineated against gentile nor Jew,
the latter encompassing
genealogical lineage
acute awareness exists objectionable thoughts
towards others coalesced and grew,
sans initial aural, sensational,
and visual perceptions did ensue
from nearly imperceptible
germinal, ephemeral, and casual
brief interactions amygdala,
and posterior cingulate cortex
(PCC) instantaneously drew
nearly nsync with single blink
of myopic left or right human eye
(which average duration
0.1 to 0.4 seconds,
or 100 to 400 milliseconds)
forged unconscious initial mount'n view
clocked in at 100 milliseconds
or 328.0839895013123 feet per second
pointing asper an expert mason
hermetically sealing

a psychic impression
ala mortise and tenon
amalgamated conglomerate
enterprise glommed zoo
wool logical imprimatur difficult,
but not impossible to loo
sin and/or completely
dislodge neurological hullabaloo.
 

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