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Matthew Scott Harris And His Doppelganger
Figuratively tack one hundred
and eighty degrees away...
where joie de vivre underscores
poetic theme, no matter every day
brings gut wrenching tearful tragedy,
thee attention for heart warming
(powdered milk biscuits
of human kindness)
doth shyly beg to gussy
esprit de corps with elan
evoking a reddit ting, snapchatting,
or twittering blue jay
mood, cuz most everybody
(including yours truly)
dislikes constant emphasis on may
hem, sans mindless
violent murderous sprees,
nor natural disasters Earth quake
king, viz flooding,
out of fires burning, et cetera
thus, a concerted effort
(minus con vol fluted
schmaltzy arpeggio piano play,
drumroll, or trumpet blaring),
where pomp and circumstances
(composed by Edward
Elgar) try to stay
bull eyes euphoria kvetching,
and uttering oye vey
spin upside down
with a yippee yawping yay
plus countenancing
only gloom and doom
will conclude myself tubby
a cynical secular nihilist
making the ghost
of Missus Muir, Friedrich
Nietzsche, and David Hume
come to life (at least
in my imaginary presence),
and render a meta
physical/ philosophical loom
by expostulating their
respective profound Kant
mind bending room
min nations, even prophesying
after a body becomes deceased
(whoops a slight
non lethal faux pas)
cremated or buried
(with victuals for the after life)
encrypted within a tomb.
and eighty degrees away...
where joie de vivre underscores
poetic theme, no matter every day
brings gut wrenching tearful tragedy,
thee attention for heart warming
(powdered milk biscuits
of human kindness)
doth shyly beg to gussy
esprit de corps with elan
evoking a reddit ting, snapchatting,
or twittering blue jay
mood, cuz most everybody
(including yours truly)
dislikes constant emphasis on may
hem, sans mindless
violent murderous sprees,
nor natural disasters Earth quake
king, viz flooding,
out of fires burning, et cetera
thus, a concerted effort
(minus con vol fluted
schmaltzy arpeggio piano play,
drumroll, or trumpet blaring),
where pomp and circumstances
(composed by Edward
Elgar) try to stay
bull eyes euphoria kvetching,
and uttering oye vey
spin upside down
with a yippee yawping yay
plus countenancing
only gloom and doom
will conclude myself tubby
a cynical secular nihilist
making the ghost
of Missus Muir, Friedrich
Nietzsche, and David Hume
come to life (at least
in my imaginary presence),
and render a meta
physical/ philosophical loom
by expostulating their
respective profound Kant
mind bending room
min nations, even prophesying
after a body becomes deceased
(whoops a slight
non lethal faux pas)
cremated or buried
(with victuals for the after life)
encrypted within a tomb.
Published 22nd Aug 2018
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31st Aug 2018 3:35pm
I like this very much, but please don't take offense. It brings to my crazy mind Bruce's philosopher song from Monty Python. Lol. Maybe it's too deep and I'm too silly, shallow :)
1st Sep 2018 10:05pm
ewe hood need to apply additional bitcoin biting caustically denigrating, expletive flouting, gruff haranguing invectives tubby even remotely considered as a convincing, ferocious, intractable, lamentable, odiously reprehensible, torturer winnowing my faith in self to be obliterated.
other then thee above rebuttal, aye thank ye very much for daring to gently critique one of my numerous cinematographic, enigmatic, fantastic
(ha), graphic, holographic illusory jimmying mish mash.
u fill in the expletive colorful bleep
per that i yam not a
A dam lurch ching Munster creep
juiced a harmless troll
master bait...er
rent asunder tabula rasa
boot angst of penury
doth penny mine dime
men chin haint real deep
dark cyber sea inundated
with other earth-linked yahoos
lying amongst in a ur i ah heap
since bin ages since
oye goot a peep
pussy riotously footing
ogling wealth to reap
wool lee ya be generous
fur shear lee Yukon
give me legal tender ta help me sleep
oft times unable to suppress
the unstoppable force to weep.
other then thee above rebuttal, aye thank ye very much for daring to gently critique one of my numerous cinematographic, enigmatic, fantastic
(ha), graphic, holographic illusory jimmying mish mash.
u fill in the expletive colorful bleep
per that i yam not a
A dam lurch ching Munster creep
juiced a harmless troll
master bait...er
rent asunder tabula rasa
boot angst of penury
doth penny mine dime
men chin haint real deep
dark cyber sea inundated
with other earth-linked yahoos
lying amongst in a ur i ah heap
since bin ages since
oye goot a peep
pussy riotously footing
ogling wealth to reap
wool lee ya be generous
fur shear lee Yukon
give me legal tender ta help me sleep
oft times unable to suppress
the unstoppable force to weep.
1st Sep 2018 11:08pm
2nd Sep 2018 00:57am
tongue in cheek
trademark of this Cro-Magnon freak
who coon sitters himself a quasi geek.
oh...no...no....juiced cuz
angst begot from money woes
dont mean ma luff haint grate
like...sharp nails screeching
across blackboard
ah...the glorious thought,
whence never again
to cull demise and forever hibernate
feeling crushed by egregious atrocious,
heinous, and nemesis,
poor ring in of late
and thus this obituary epitaph of sorts
(no matter he will opt
for cremation) finds frenzied
strychnine, poison. or hemlock
appear savory to this pate
a chance pair of perusing eyes
may find this blurb unable 2 eke quate
this plea sprung from plethora
of purse son hull wreck - i rate
anxiety sweeps across
me mental nada so healthy state
which panic wrought from poverty
per prone nouns mints uber
viz zit with undertaker tete a tete
of decades long bout
with a psyche dell riddled
angst sh...us lee waiting
for Godot - Becket ting
this papa who whiz courting escape from the posse aye
misty eyed in the midst of his own financial catastrophe
he loathes resorting to pan handling to help him get free
and moost needs take his meditation so he kin feel glee
if ya should das hide trite back - a key
idea - to offer a screen name (duyeer93@aol.com)
predicated if wanna email me
if not...no need to explain, nor even reciprocate,
yet nothing ventured...cuz no man iz an island.
whether ye reply or nay (or neigh) don
key any apology, i text on a whim pon
surfing the net to bring a chuckle spawn
tinny hess lee, with no great expectations.
trademark of this Cro-Magnon freak
who coon sitters himself a quasi geek.
oh...no...no....juiced cuz
angst begot from money woes
dont mean ma luff haint grate
like...sharp nails screeching
across blackboard
ah...the glorious thought,
whence never again
to cull demise and forever hibernate
feeling crushed by egregious atrocious,
heinous, and nemesis,
poor ring in of late
and thus this obituary epitaph of sorts
(no matter he will opt
for cremation) finds frenzied
strychnine, poison. or hemlock
appear savory to this pate
a chance pair of perusing eyes
may find this blurb unable 2 eke quate
this plea sprung from plethora
of purse son hull wreck - i rate
anxiety sweeps across
me mental nada so healthy state
which panic wrought from poverty
per prone nouns mints uber
viz zit with undertaker tete a tete
of decades long bout
with a psyche dell riddled
angst sh...us lee waiting
for Godot - Becket ting
this papa who whiz courting escape from the posse aye
misty eyed in the midst of his own financial catastrophe
he loathes resorting to pan handling to help him get free
and moost needs take his meditation so he kin feel glee
if ya should das hide trite back - a key
idea - to offer a screen name (duyeer93@aol.com)
predicated if wanna email me
if not...no need to explain, nor even reciprocate,
yet nothing ventured...cuz no man iz an island.
whether ye reply or nay (or neigh) don
key any apology, i text on a whim pon
surfing the net to bring a chuckle spawn
tinny hess lee, with no great expectations.
