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Why Part Two

nor any greed
from one suppurating marriage
 this guy wants to be freed
with no malice this cheap tricking
   super tramping wordsmith
 of inxs ac of dc charged cheap tricks
 sans done dirty deed.

This impersonator qua sometime bard of yore
admits to his apology
 if ye get taken totally abominable
 like bar rammy aback

 to proposition ye with carnal desires in store
and ideally match deeds ease with these words
 towards such strong desire to adore
forsooth that naked realm

 to allow the noggin to bore
together in close syncopation like couplet core
and would now gently encourage
 his newfound muse

to let me dip me quill in 
   iambic pentameter du jour
a wordsmith who shies away
drinking pot or smoking booze.
 
Now with a zing
i step into the digital xing
via summit da fall low wing
written jest to byte tongue in cheek
 yet unsure if zee phone here will ring

or an unexpected gold plated invitation
 after the yodeling ding
in an effort to hear that pleasant
 yet discordant musical ka -- ching
for cherished pennies, 
   nickels, dimes, nickle back
 et cetera from heaven to bring.
 
Twiddling me fir and twenty black bird
 shaped like a green thumb
 as me schmart simian Semitic ****
 gets comfortably numb

after quaffing 
   humongous amount of rum
while downing oral rob hurts 
   sesame street pudding

 made of pureed plum
unlike jack in the corner 
   my luck mooch oh more glum
and despite facial stubble here
 and there a stale crumb
this har dabbler in words haint no bum
only a hard knock er skool alum.
 
from thee one and only almighty 
alfred e. neuman king crusty crab crumb son Rodg
er alias scott matthews - whose words 
   intended as playful persiflage

if curious to learn more about me 
   emanating from cranial lodge
   unless no auto mat tick interest arises - 
   whence this reply u can dodge.

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