Sans sixth psychic sense

Sans sixth (psychic) sense... poise zen dystopian rant This prognosticator doth predict potential based at current rate sinister debacle that will instantaneously annihilate, United States storied republic, which alarming horror points to instantaneous annihilation of America the beautiful; (ohm my dog) turbulent endemic chaotic spate within human race poised to strike doom and generate shock tummy once amp pull goldenlocks, now revealing a shiny baldpate erratic behavior attendant prescient intimations presage apocalyptic fate while current commander in chief didst unwittingly generate, and sow the seeds of anarchy sparking global conflagration that will create instantaneous prime evil total mortal kombat, cuz "FAKE" mandate issued, when Trump went ballistic loose sing rockets red glare, when pressing hot button to demonstrate thermonuclear supremacy, (albeit a moot point), would render superfluous need to late to draft intestate last (or perchance first, second, third...) will and testament, tete a tete perhaps minuscule (nee infinitesimal) bomb turns out a dud (Amazon, Toys "R" Us Walmart, or store of choice reject) aye narrate finding Don irate (blaming "crooked Hillary," democrats, gumby...yours truly...) the list goes on, thus no need to iterate, thus a sudden religious fervor gripped the wide webbed world attributing why weapons did not actuate which found pontiff in high demand in an attempt to accommodate frenzied zeal attributing aborted blitzkrieg to divine intervention with bajillion talking heads airing where to dedicate material trappings to indigent, great full not dead, plus those petty criminals rightly or wrongly, the strong arm of lanced law did incarcerate bowed down on daily and nightly basis exploding huzzahs every human did ejaculate "not prematurely," where all walks of life did integrate, a spontaneous international utopian revelation awoke with linkedin diversity to promulgate protecting the planet took precedence yea right Matthew Scott - dear mate only in the context of this poem I did create on December twenty third two thousand eighteen, and now hemming and hawing CANNOT wait, thus conscientious, fractious, and incautious, members of the electorate must not shirk their role as arbiters of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness obliging themselves obeisance to the fifteenth amendment of the United States Constitution, which prohibits the federal government and each state from denying or abridging a citizen's right to vote "on account of race, color, or previous condition of servitude," when said legal resolution ratified on February 3, 1870, as the third and last of the Reconstruction Amendments cuz the wise ghost of Abraham Lincoln did not procrastinate.