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As I ponder what to write
today august thirtieth
two thousand eighteen,
thy ploy doth in vite

a gamut of spontaneous thoughts,
that loosely cluster
before becoming tight
lee bound toward

quasi definitive agreeable, amenable,
and attainable in sight
with no deliberate intent
to suppress perspective

couched asper left of political right,
though mine embedded
liberal democratic ideology
automatically shifts, gingerly

escorts, inherently focuses,
and understandably dodges quite
unconsciously, naturally, and expressly
viz zit ting orientation trained mindset

spiked railroad ties to follow
a NON "FAKE" conservative track,
cuz existential plight
of this run of the

NON mill (let) airy night
owl hoot trumpets,
thru his pen chant
pedantic laden poetic might

(albeit gently modest)
with artful badinage,
garbage, and persiflage light
nsync with his (my) being,

an aspiring good (rook key) knight
calculating, formulating, intuiting,
where to shine
his (mine) figurative jacklight

asper shying away
NOT to antagonize
predicated on me
humble extrasensory insight

drawing, distancing, and detaching
metaphorical grip,
sans innate bias height
end from lifetime

steeped within progressive
(forward thinking atheistc) paradigm,
hence impossible to adopt
a totally tubularly neutral

point of view presents avowed challenge
to present opinions of yours truly
without instigating a verbal
and/or virtual gunfight
boot hoop fully friendship,
asper attempting tubby forthright,
and apologizing for

any stinging backlash
if accidental affront,
thus encouraging healthy
discourse without excite

ting vitriolic, toxic,
and/or dramatic dogfight
with this cat tug gar rick cull
poet hood dont bite!