Politesse Pleases Me

Politesse pleases me... thank you very much for letting me clutch your attention courtesy sharing following thoughts thru reading my poem analogous to invisible electronic, fantastic, kinetic... touch. Manners work like a charm equivalent to abracadabra to disarm truculent nasty shortish brutes who thrive causing harm. Being well mannered worthwhile to employ, (whether Semite or goy) if feeling surly can supplant mood with joy, the perfect spock (to kindle camaraderie) just ask Leonard Nimoy milk of human kindness if lactose intolerant (such as yours truly) substitute soy popular among gentile folk, whose genetic pigmentation low on melanin hence snooty learned logophile introduces the word Xanthochroi for other linguaphiles out there voyaging in cyberspace, whose mindfulness clamors for etiquette which nowadays encompasses the webbed wide world, where online netiquette practiced by ne'er do wells, who bet their bottom dollar courtesy sinister motives fuel zest, where he/she, they/them can wrest every red cent from an unsuspecting victim seducing yours truly for instance highly stressed to the max exhausting, marauding, and yanking nest egg, now one wordsmith at large hard-pressed, which misfortune of mine addressed in previous poems, whereby I mentioned desperate plight, hence gofundme page titled implacable ill fate battered wealth bombed checking and savings accounts with professional ruse and stealth robbed me at ATM point, whereat varmint found compliant and obedient participant able, eager, ready and willing to buy the Brooklyn Bridge which got "sold" a staggering 4,160 different times between 1883 and 1928. Haint no more gullible traveler reduced to a lilliputian than he who didst write this poem and claimant professing money suddenly tight got myself in quite a pickle, which penniless agony grips me most violently at night when stowed away in my rook re: a forlorn knight whose psyche took a tumble from immense height knocking me senseless and cents less readily admitting 20/20 hindsight, a spectacle framed as laughingstock courtesy ignoble trumpeting derelict swaggering with bravado trouncing former savvy wise guise i.e. mine acutely aware regarding the ways of pervasive wickedness proliferating across webbed wide world sixty plus shades of gray matter painfully pinched, where "gotcha" forever chiseled, emblazoned, inked, lodged, notched, stitched, tattooed... within the windmills of my mind.