Me Creature of Comfort Bah

Me... creature of comfort? Bah Once again mine lock, stock and barrel trade in balderdash finds yours truly (i.e. me) to type poem frisson a$$ off as dentures chatter and gnash, while still inside me gobstopper, (the sole way to generate plea for coveted heat), which will moost likely meet chilly reception whereby ye will predictably not even bat an eyelash perchance receive critical backlash 'pon reading what qualifies as mine trademark mishmash, yet though just axing you to quash knee jerk reaction, or unfairly con sitter me brash not trying to make waves splash, cuz yours truly prefers amenable conflict resolution versus airing sentiments online, where differing opinions spark byte size clash, diminishing sympathy for devilish dude with toothless flash, (who by the way could benefit courtesy bajillion dollars in cash), though lavish largesse much appreciated stash. Superfluous here within chilly apartment reasonably rhyming lament, cuz central heater spews cool air out vent, no matter Kevin with son Kyle (two man maintenance crew) formerly named recently replaced small circuit board, mine genuine acknowledgement once given, I surmised meant his professional technical services would be unnecessary, until hot steamy summer weather necessitates well mannered climate controlled environment, whereby malfunctioning central air conditioning, would find yours truly donning bare banal civilities (think emperor and his new nonexistent/see thru clothes) as totally tubular tumblr harmless long haired fervent pencil necked baby boomer gent chilling profusely sweaty geek, (matt her horn fact dashing apostle impossible mission not to chuckle testament) speeding unsightly birthday suit scaring old fogey folks out their wits, especially seeing petrified atrophied balled naughty BitTorrent.