Spirit and sponsor sane sexagenarian scribe (and his spouse) to a Utopian country
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He seeks (in tandem with the missus)
legal asylum in Canada...
New Brunswick, Newfoundland,
Nova Scotia, et cetera,
or any other socially
progressive European country,
and seriously ponders said scheme
to exit (stage door left) living social
within these United States,
when four score
plus days and seven minutes
from today November 19, 2024...
signals implementation of Project 2025:
Anyway said fantastical idea
to escape a worse fate
than the wrath of Kong
and dismemberment of vital
social security disability services I receive,
Medicare, and electronic benefit transfer
videlicet an electronic system
that allows state welfare departments
to issue benefits
via a magnetically encoded payment card
used in the United States.
No matter above iterated illusory pipe dream
essentially offers absolute zero probability
absent slim or fat chance
would find yours truly to plotz
if whimsical far fetched notion
constituting the stuff whet dreams are made -
namely how to expedite
spontaneous modus operandi to emigrate,
which initially materialized
(1003 days, 9 hours, and
32 minutes before 2024 election),
many months actually
more than a couple years before Trump
in league with Elon Musk took victory lap,
especially days before 2024 presidential election
swindled electorate by hook or crook,
one severely anxious American senior citizen,
now steels, girds, braces... himself,
while streaming media services
bridging, fording, navigating...
potential violent political malevolent maelstrom
in the offing since... Revolutionary War
finds nonestablishmentarian comfortably numb
currently sequestered within apartment unit b44.
Maybe good samaritan
would sponsor me
(affable wordsmith afflicted with anxiety)
and the loving wife,
I can imagine emigrating to the
second largest country in the world
on par with dying and being reborn
into idyllic and Edenic afterlife.
Lifelong Pennsylvania opportunistic resident
desirous to move away from capitalistic bust
mein kampf, a miserable existence
peppered, pockmarked, punctuated...
with adversity - subtracting instances
being exponentially nonplussed,
(which lifelong mental health
analogous to psychological rust)
leaves mine lovely bones
in (melancholy) dog I trust
eventually repurposed into ash
(since I will choose cremation)
an increasing eco-friendly choice,
cuz burial with casket and tombstone clash
with holistic humble paradigm,
but before transitioning into lifeless body,
an impetuous notion arises, a flash
in the pan far fetched whim
to craft reasonable rhyme
communicating intent to live abroad
amidst one of ten provinces
and three territories
constituting Canadian federation,
which genuine motive not emblematic
of huckster nor fraud,
nevertheless one run of the mill
garden variety Homo sapien flawed
yet he aims to dwell with citizens who applaud
voluntary simplicity likened and linkedin
belonging and hallmark characteristics
kickstarted intentional community,
where self sufficiency touted,
and physical labor de rigueur,
which lifestyle change
would rank as welcome adjustment
versus housed within Highland Manor
a quite reasonable single bedroom facility
yet devoid of stimulation
enervating body, mind spirit triage
of one ordinary human
who finds himself a mystery
within terrestrial firmament
and frequently feels in a feverish pitch
as tempus fugit whips
him around the sun
at a furious dizzying speed,
while he tenuously grips
with blistered hands
gripping sharp outcropping,
meanwhile his spindle shank legs splayed
and sprawled haphazardly across
the bombed out war zone.
Rather than get further
bogged down with inane zeal
I best steer clear
of further poetic poppycock
courtesy imaginary wheel,
thus the following pablum I unveil
nsync with titled malady all to real,
which plight involves hyperhidrosis
quite a debilitating ordeal,
especially when thinking
to pursue gainful employment
emphatically steadfast
and honest think (me,
a foo fighting beastie boy) leal
course this humble poetic communiqué
communicates (hyperbolically) embodiment
ideal if seeking to gain insight how I feel
about myself, a tense body
inept to perform handspring or cartwheel.
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Comments
Hello Matthew...
I actually wondered how the Democrats are going to pull that off...
Trump didn't know anything about it and he won the Trifecta...
If they put all that negative energy into good...
They too could be amazing...
That's not their goal apparantly...
There's Lots and Lots of Proof...
It may have to wait until 2028?
2,200 or if they get a brain again?
Did you see him on the wrecking ball?
Great Meme!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
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Sparrow song and I share similar thoughts, I suppose. My recent artwork "The Silly Rabbit..." something along the lines of smoking crack like her daddy..etc... is at it's whits end of cutting corners, safety for our planet and other resources. I can paint a picture for you, lots and lots of circus trips no gifts, no return flights, no kids, fake kids, fake money, fake speeches, fake security, real guns, no fans. A dino land for sure mate. I sure hope these give you some energy for more of the future like it does me.Â
XO,Â
Daytimeandnight
Greeting Daytimeandnight a lucky person to claim friendship of Sparrow song, whose invisible presence permeated into my psyche, though nary a handy dandy blues clues known about said COSMOFUNNEL visitor - such as her birth name, though methinks she withholds even one iota, which finds me trying to second guess mysterious amusing gal, who obviously took a liking to yours truly (the scribbler of these words), who entertains only innocuous ambitions such as platonic friendship since a somewhat content married life disallows any more hanky panky versus infidelity that rocked my soul in the bosom of Abraham quite so many years ago, when two grown daughters I helped beget mere innocent little girls, whose papa (me) strayed from the covenant when yours truly (me again) invariably shattered the roseate familiar bond between progeny, whose over dependence on their father (a slight bit of braggadocio) essentially permanently rent asunder daddy's girl(s), whose preference of mine versus asking their birth mother, an overly taxed stay at home mom easily rattled by the demands of children found her convulsing into paroxysms of rage compounded courtesy living within the snooty MainLine holier than thou disposition.  Â