This Bumptious Poet ©

Once again dear reader,
aye strive to regale ye
with in apropos prate,
(nee inane) vain

null gibberish in order to suss stain
mine infamous reputation
with the singular word pain
in thee...online

literary milieu, where this main
stream (babbling virtual
brook call lean)
tin hatted man,

qua zee moat tow "FAKE" King
po' whit laureate selective keen
a boot (sally ling forth)
hemming and hawing,

while feigning bing
a suave hill Billy blue jean
wearing brand Levi Strauss,
(a posthumous plug)

for a savvy German
businessman hood deed glean
prospective market for
denim made easy to clean

material donned by lumpen
proletariat aye assert
would be my status
if born circa

late eighteen hundreds by
a moo their and father,
both named (Elisha) Eli
for short slaving away to feed,

and clothe this then little guy,
who whiz fain to appreciate my
(dirt poor station in life well nigh
larded with love,

and non verbal re: ply
thee above fictitious
i.e. "FAKE" parents rye
zing far and above

penury and did try
their level best
to hammer out
round the clock rockin

round the clock
nsync with the paradigm
of Abraham Maslow,
albeit modified ad hoc

accepting with humility,
poverty how to jock
key providing basic brood
of offspring and subtly mock

king bourgeoisie, re: (unpretentiously
unflattering discrete actions), while rock
king to thee western civilization
trappings of schlock,

ah and oh...no doubt
precious time, aye
did fritter and flout
away distracting sorely tendered,

kindled, and cherished attention
thus metaphorically affecting thee
with equivalent, where
yar entire body riddled with gout.