Off the Beaten Track

A plethora of attention focused on twentieth anniversary regarding terrorist attacks upon American soil nine eleven two thousand and one, thus Schwenksville poet opted for his best métier write. While riding atop a yak both feet went wickety wack trudging beast of burden a throwback to the brainchild of John Mauchly and J. Presper Eckert devised Electronic Numerical Integrator and Computer otherwise dubbed ENIAC cumbersome invention programing machine no easy knack also impossible mission or fit in pocket book versus handy to tote laptop perfect fit inside day pack. As an aging long haired pencil neck geek baby boomer who reckons himself as schleppy (snoop doggy dog) self groomer cannot escape scornful passersby sneering, snickering and snorting at me, an utter embarrassment to humanity, who also sports sophomoric humor. Unfair for yours truly to saddle anonymous readers which travails of mine analogous overburdening an old decrepit ass, hence lumpenproletariat marxist (brother) fellow, whose insensitivity could be interpreted as crass subsequently aiming figurative sights upon fresh fields, where leaves of grass harvested by me one Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe ofttimes dashes off to Lake Woebegone to escape madding crowds who harass him, cuz he accentuates whole foods with plenty of fiber to avoid experiencing lower gastrointestinal impasse acquiring moniker windbag courtesy humongous formed rectal mass necessitating the expertise of Nass (another name for Nishga - a member of a branch of Tsimshian people of British Columbia inhabiting Nass River basin and/or dialect of Tsimshian spoken by Nishga) homeopathic remedies outclass those of 21st century medicine, said indigenous people interpret objection toward their age old medicinal practice as sass even consider disagreement violation, a figurative criminal mind to trespass and the subject in question a veritable, (albeit harmless) wiseass.