A Harlem Hoodlum Albeit Respectable

A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit respectable)... ready for night time in bedlam after swallowing me favorite dram, cuz reasonable rhyme resembles flimflam. Whiling away his time playing solitaire... initially prepped, honed, and crafted November second two thousand and twenty slightly tweaked February nineteenth two thousand twenty two. Then with less than twenty four hours (today 23,760 hours until November fifth 2022) harkening, heralding or (worse case scenario) hindering the 2024 presidential election, I trumpet mounting tension and suspense, whereby anticipation hangs analogous to sword of Damocles precariously looms - casting dark shadow across the webbed wide world. While safely ensconced in his man cave yours truly snug as a bug in a rug quite aware the geopolitical stakes grave speculating whether I will be forced to sell lave over a hot stove to earn me keep attending tsoris of missus rant and rave, especially if social security stripped away. Should the Republican incumbent clinch the nomination again courtesy voter disenfranchisement, hooligans threatening violence, spewing conspiracy theories, or other sleazy maneuvers, the country most definitely headed toward perdition condemning everyone minus super rich to live as basket of deplorables scrounging for measly scraps. Figurative screws tightened upon scuttled constitutional birthrights, while commander in chief forty five arrogantly dons totalitarian mantle still crying foul, and insisting (née trumpeting) Democrats rigged polling machines exuding Grinchian grin issuing one after another bromide battleax and henchmen forthwith decide peace on Earth and good will toward men/women making travesty founding fathers/mothers pledge guaranteeing inalienable rights subsequently sacred documents falsified instituting instead corporal punishment, whereby armed militia ordered to smoke out where traitor sought to hide. Indeed nothing like good n plenti healthy dose of mayhem to roil time tested democracy methinks Thomas Jefferson would approve of said message, yet no doubt stupefied at how fledgling United States matured into plutocracy incorporating bajillion dollar campaign cost. Blitzkrieg advertisements inundate airwaves mudslinging contestants unethically behaves how aging long haired pencil necked geek craves idealistic civil plebeians versus patricians lovely bones of interred forefathers within weathered tombstones graves plucked burial sites souvenirs stolen by knaves. Best advice to ye dear reader rabbit hunker down into bunker till end of time keep yourself busy writing one or another rhyme, cuz some future archeologist will discover visa a vis profound wordsmith whose sublime abilities necessitate special skill decoding mysterious symbols courtesy algorithm prime transmitted across bandwidth, now where flourishes cyber crime.