Chicanery Grabbed Lustfully Repeatedly Yup

Chicanery grabbed lustfully repeatedly - yup! While merrily bobbing along the boulevard of broken dreams, which in truth measured no more than a furlong think envisioning myself top banana analogous to bull headed Donkey Kong, I felt on top of my game, which constituted ping pong but severely lacking tragedy, suspense, romance, et cetera subsequently fat/slim chance to warrant ghost writer, nevertheless unlikely to realize production courtesy the 2023 SAG-AFTRA strike despite existential nihilism grist for the paperback writer mill recounting my life and hard times devoid of hero or heroine unsung. Yours truly a figurative magnet, where racketeers come out of wood work swooping birds of prey pouncing like the dickens I don't know what hit me before being bloodied and knocked senseless seeing stars though hour broad daylight. (in more ways than one). That execrable, despicable cretin... unnamed miscreant unknown (though only his pseudonym iterated in many another previous poem), no doubt laughed all the way to the bank courtesy mine stolen funds drank libation, while his loosed tongue probably retold plucking cold cash (as I play devil's advocate) out the hands some poor sucker, who genuinely believed fabrication that Citizen Bank tellers blatantly colluded against victim, deluded him courtesy purring voice of perpetrator the former talk of the town, an imbecile, whereat the latter a practiced slyboots pulling the wool over rapt prey complicit in his own financial downfall now seeking altruistic, holistic and unrealistic benefactor(s), I attest blatantly showed myself laughing stock to be ernest and frank and brought down quite a few notches regarding respectability bemoaning relinquishing funds viz obvious prank. The webbed wide world could not give a rats **** regarding major bone head fiasco that found father fêted in tragedy of his making a farce even a kindergartner could easily parse as rotten to the core only has himself to thank, where once abundant bucks now sparse The severe punishing hell found yours truly listing with suicidal ideation inner voices beckoned though none could hear deafening rebel yell raging against the machinations of cut throat venal conniving smart aleck requisitioning easy moolah total eclipsed son, whose papa scores of years ago circa nineteen seventy six or thereabouts (after he got laid off from General Electric) also experienced fiends, who took Boyce Harris to the cleaners and left him hanging out to dry.