Argh Daylight Savings Time Ends Two Am November 6th 2022

Argh daylight savings time ends – 2:00 AM November 6th 2022 Hour hands of o'clock get set back sixty minutes gaining extra hour of Autumn round about this same day of November every year, what a bum er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this wayfaring chum purposelessly manipulating a hold over sans yesteryear (first implemented in United States with Standard Time Act of 1918, a wartime measure for seven months during World War I in the interest of adding more daylight hours to conserve energy resources) doth rat a tat tat drum a plain sensation of jet lag (with earthling in the balance) as if flying backwards within Herbert George Wells celebrated time machine at warp speed from this station, where bumpy ride invariably finds me feeling ticked off and glum in no mood to rhyme, nor be funny, cuz I recall experiencing exactly lxii previous instances being forced to spring ahead, when countless months before viz Sunday March 13, 2022 at 2:00 AM one twenty fourth of said day surrendered to Father Time finding yours truly juiced barely equipped to cope mentally, physically, and spiritually whipsawed tantamount with impossible mission to get smart and gather scattered wits sun tide, and express mood as hoe hum analogous to coals (essence) raked over me noggin fortunate, this chronological seismic shift nada wider I assume, nevertheless mein kampf cerebral hemispheric plate tectonics comb pluck hated brush against jangling black keys helplessly boom fancifully drifting and boring into quick ribald sand trap doom mining an inducement for emergency convoy, when pitched from sea to figurative shining seagram defunct company name brand once the largest owner of alcoholic beverage lines in the world nsync with Johnnie Walker Scotch quite the ginned tonic he brewed, where live yik yak (going tiktok) wired vanguard trulia tried optimism to hum a lively Irish air, cuz I (Bailey) of Bailey Banks & Biddle the crown jewel scion scion of a wealthy family swallowed down sorrow regarding cremains of mother her inert ashes boxed for more'n an (eat turn) eternity like talcum powder went – me mum Chris Anne her namesake bling bloviation, emasculation, insinuation, nomination, termination once worth matchless peerage, now pitched numb skull into morass of temporary confusion, where plumb line delineating circadian rhythm offset, when athwart pilot rum dire straits found motley crue bickering where Lilliputians slum bring wherein Gulliver's Travels landed me upon islets of langerhans (endocrine cells scattered throughout the pancreas) defiantly, ham-handedly, liberally thumb ming nose, where body, mind & soul weeknd viz a bully did cower, hence mister clock, who got hijacked to Cuba 3600 seconds per hour experienced head, thorax and abdomen diminishing in power wrought indistinguishable Whitsuntide as sour grapes of wrath imposing ill fitting sea legs, which folded like a faulty tower crumbling skeletal carapace, quickly resoundingly surrendered, and back slid vis a vis space/time continuum did devour. Black hole (sun) event horizon indeed kept lock step as das joint mill hoard Sucker punched the band wagon of father time, whose riffs a silent chord nsync with atomic fractional second bored pesky quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers counter point of view shifted to oppose this minute accord.