Saturday...As Usual King Friday

(noah dee ya what activated the
followwing mumbo jumbo gumbo
potpourri.)
Within this cavernous mounting,

and hollow belly aching
numb skull dud jar re: o' mine
mailer daemons craw ling
besieging, bemoaning, and

begrudging silence, a sibling
heart of darkness changeling
swapped within freshly
earthen grave dug -

corpse heard feebly echoing
sound of deathly hallows heaving -
off vitiating undertakers jabbering
rodomontade synchronized tolling

tintinnabulation subterranean spilling
repercussion, repeating,
resonating, reverberating,
where fecund imagine nation

of mine be whit ching
usually thrives amidst long fostering
linkedin lovely double crossing
bones (of yours truly) ordinarily inundated

nonstop ear writ hating
brothers Barnum and Bailey ringing
sear kiss clangorously leavening
with plethora yeast heard dough ping

pong of competing
ideas grotesquely aping
charade, facade holographing
instagramming, jangling,

kindling ludicrously masquerading,
but now at this moment
drawing nothing but blanks
that only bring stint ting

lee reddit (Matt Scott) tickled
yule us rubbish, where
gray matter sluggish plea zing
the missus, who asked

herb huzz zah (pair sight feeding)
insinuating yawping lovey
dovey mulcting quivering
consternation droning, mocking

twittering bird like,
while (I) sought
out (on a broken wing),
and pitiful prayer, squeezing

my trap pea zoid cinched cerebral
cache sheared thinker
watt bright idea
to write vapid lee intra sting

poppycock to unsuspecting readers
mush doo doo about no thing
substantial, cuz no fanciful, nope
not even a sing

gew(gaw) lure idea lamely, grandly,
nor blandly forthcoming,
which mental impasse,
wretchedly, viciously, unduly

thoroughly, roundly severely it ching
most unbearably torturing
of any crisis assaulted, experienced
and/or imagined by scriveners xing
themselves setting themselves like yang king
doodles precariously balance sing
their quotidian ying.