Where On Earth

(not that ye wondered, but simply tubby like totally tubularly clear The Epic of Gilgamesh will not be extolled here). Though thoroughly well mapped, parsed, scrutinized vibrant wonders zoom plethora, sans newly discovered life forms cradled with fecund Gaia's womb abound within unlikely places such as mossy bearded faces nestling, pronouncing, and regaling pharaohs sarcophagus tomb oceanographers also find organic entities adorning, kickstarting, and thriving within extremely remote temperature zones, where just enough telly tubby wiggle room prevails for microscopic Verizon patronizing Grand Poobah barking orders unicellular viziers heed, while latter bedecked with itty bitty plume invisible to the naked eye, yet within subatomic world wide web bit players air heir loom appearing larger then cereal grain re: life, an arrogant, bumptious, and conceited Don doth trump his young unbridled, reprobate, and ornery baron as groom material to check mate distracted checkered populace, where raucous, rebellious, riotous majority lumpenproletariat fuss and fume cuz gaudy Mar-a-Lago hiss poe tate tow headed (faux towering Taj Mahal doppelganger), via slow vac didst suck socialist rowdy bot tinny Rajah, whose apprenticeship to exhume (pro bone know) spy bots miserably condemned from the get go as president erupted rabidly trying to doom rousing, scenting, and trawling non-convincing "witch hunt," yet incontrovertible evidence carelessly swept hurriedly under the rug (by Russ Shins) via broom, thus a sudden spike visa vis master card er... comeuppance will bring ringleader down with strep away poison nano trumps all abloom. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Now in summer re: this Dom minion doth attest intention to write a boot equinox got out best head, although pleasurable to loose imagination off chest so thank you for letting me be a cerebral guest and now...no dilly dallying, cuz another writing assign requires responding to Matthew Scott Harris's behest!