Amidst Swirling Eddies of Fate

Amidst Swirling Eddies Of Fate... Negligible power prevails no matter one jock or nerd feverishly hollars, fumes decries, berates... absurd fickle finger (middle phalange doubling up as flipping the bird), unlikely the powers that be heard such lament, would not forfeit issuing the last juicy, meaty and tasty word tis "FAKE" vanity trumpeting to delude those, who experience a sourpuss mood, when vile unfortunate circumstances collude (as if Putin on the Ritz), whether you be dame or a dude, no matter, the mindset finds thee to brood why without rhyme or reason Saint Jude or some other divine being gleefully laughing out loud, spurring an angrily strong temptation to utter a crude expletive taking by surprise WASPY, snooty, and noisily rude listeners, who quickly exude a gasp as if ye in pranced the nude giving slight consolation punching back at invisible joker no matter he/she could not be viewed nonetheless yours truly succeeded to read this mashup, and get thee wooed.