Benediction Towards Anonymous Mindful Readers

Reverence affects yours
    truly with unmeasurable
     infinite jubilant zeal,
sans unbeknownst world wide
     (web stirred) fans enamored
     with me poetry induce
     cogs of mine
     noggin to wheel

write (thru the roof),
     thus I feel impelled
     to spell out
     appreciation to those
     die hard regular followers
     or one time cyber reader,
     who (minnie mull lee)
     move mouse or gingerly
 
     (collude) manipulate trackpad
     motioning qua thumbwheel
scrolling thru each
     rich text chord
     line figuratively aswarm
with multisyllabic words planted,
     cultivated and harvested,
     where eyes feast

     visually soaking up
     mine magic charm
(albeit wrought by
     this modest male),
     whose virtual crafted
     figurative humble Georgia based
     Orwellian animal farm
revels with euphoria

     more precious then,
     (you guessed) bajillion
     banked bagged loot
     (of quartz without
     taking for granite)
     die hard aficionados tub hoot,
these stalwart re:dears,
     asper scratchings

     of this ole coot
oft times curious what attracts
     dedicated trooping veterans
     (undoubtedly war re:)
     like avast horde of
     buzzfeed ding flies to fruit,
or motivated students
     subjecting her/him self

     partial to mental taxation
     (without representation)
     i.e. (trying to make sense
     of confounding poetry authored
by Matthew Scott Harris)

     at the select particular institute,
the very same college (within Lake
     Woebegone) this alumni
made popular upon being
     recognized as a verb hose,
     re: noun sub bull
     ("FAKE" Norwegian bachelor) guy.