Yours Truly a Tried and True Philly Buster I

Prone to bloviation pure and simple rides on figurative high horse, which doubles up as my Plymouth Duster analogous to General George Armstrong Custer (blowing his i.e. mine little big horn) anonymous readers I unwittingly fluster poetic patina an artificial, superficial, yet beneficial ego boosting luster one mister re: man can muster. I (no surprise) become self absorbed with my own palaver drum ming across the screen written from me, (an average happy go lucky) goose stepping honk king Crimson and clover Caucasian man hum bull despite being imagine an infinite string of superlative adjectives jum bull ling together to accentuate Lum burr jack ambitions comfortably numb when modest male just another brick in the wall scores of decades during plum years of mein kampf watching favorite television programs in boyhood living rum while bobbing like a sponge (donned in square pants) sprawled on my washboard tum. No inflated cheekiness for logophile renown throughout the webbed wide world for his pro licks regarding poetic shenanigans ad nauseum. I comport myself with quiet pridefulness, misinterpreted as snobbery plus intellectual whimsy aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness, could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae furthering, feathering and figuratively undermining jestingly,