Some Man Ticks

Aye haint gonna mention anyone by name, and git myself poisoned with deadly tocsin, a most wick kid demise act of vengeance cheap trick boot Mayan tent to write this poem, a message came tummy mind rather quick, and fuel a contrived rumor hoop fully spreading like wild fire from this nada so sainted Nick juiced for pure sport and to kick start and spellbind denunciatory, deprecatory, and derogatory unfounded slander toward one country bumpkin, who lives in the sticks of Hick ville, and unfortunately shares the same body as me, an old curmudgeon full of (lix) spittle, with lovely bones that crick, thus, while spur of the moment whim arose (take bull by the horns asthma late grammar used to say), aye chose to hash out matter of fact playful verse, while ma doppelganger doth doze and trump scathing "FAKE" news expose zing ambivalent (nee loathsome) punishing sentiments ach'n ma heart with daggers of icy sin tax directed as rhetorical linguistic floes vicariously experiencing euphoria, red hot poker glows within the scabrous, tenebrous, and villainous haughty yahoo an unprepossessing, quite, and nattering kooky human immune to voodoo he coon sitters himself smug, throughout every single sinew of his (and mine) corporeal essence directly descended from storied Machu Picchu of Peru yet his (ah, and mine) suppressed genealogy branch also includes, an a meow zing small percentage of Neanderthal Jew evidenced by genetic test 23andme, which helps explain primate characteristic dragging (sic) hairy knuckles, where thick callouses grew thus aye conclude (just in the nick of time as he who must not be mention) drew a breath upon awakening from a nap bright tailed, and bushy eyed anew.