I gotta learn me about the IPad
Consider the following rambling missive a hybrid
with little or no idea, how when fingers of mine
pressed keys of their own volition,
I just sat back at enjoyed the evolution
and genesis of some extemporaneous
manifestation of culling out the essence
to make a feeble attempt at enlightening
the unsuspecting reader, who undoubtedly
cursed me up and down
the information superhighway
strewn with the detritus of absolute zero
sense and sensibility
engendering pride and prejudice
just book haws a figurative
flash in the pan yielded
prolific gibberish, an exercise
in writing stream of consciousness
just for the sake of loosing whimsical
thoughts that darted to and fro
hither and yon
within the creases and folds
at my laughable tabled contents
within me noggin.
Though not in the market to purchase additional computers (actually thoughts arose about upgrading from the Macbook Pro - MacBook Pro (Retina, 15-inch, Mid 2015), Processor - 2.2 GHz Quad-Core Intel Core i7, Memory -16 GB 1600 MHz DDR3, and methinks there might be the onset and basic manifestations of electronic version of alzheimer, Graphics - Intel Iris Pro 1536 MB, Serial Number - - C02RR71SG8WN) since becoming aware the McAfee Virus protection cannot be upgraded due to the age of said laptop, but chronic fraudulent sabotage with Citizens Bank checking accounts compromised my meager funds, (I feel paranoid and unfairly targeted) necessitates immediate resolution (maybe even seriously considering fomenting a revolution number 9 as a tribute to the late John Lennon) as priority number one bumping aside any consideration to upgrade to a newer Apple product (preferably another MacBook Pro), and bitta bing bitta bang a fellow resident here at Highland Manor Apartments sold me an IPad for fifty dollars.
Hence what else to do about being at the receiving tight end and being bandied around like a football, (videlicet a series of bank fraudulent unfortunate events) that I experienced time and again than whip up some stock in trade literary reaction visited in the form as a recurring theme about finances that frankly find me getting zapped with one or more perpetrator's zeal and ardor, forcing me to become one among legion of the damned, foo fighting, beastie boy spontaneous ejaculation sans prose or poetic palaver as a freshly minted sexagenarian made to suffer chronic impecuniousness while cyber crooks embezzled money from me not less than a half dozen times, a once upon a time little pipsqueak, who grew up to become a bigger accursed pipsqueak, which farrago written by a resident of Fargo, North Dakota, a long days journey into night from Lake Wobegon central Minnesota the mecca for Norwegian Bachelor farmers, who grew sturdy and tall courtesy Powder Milk Biscuits.
I alternate between punching (while perched on my high horse) out poems for no particular rhyme nor reason, but predicated on the sheer joy of English language (some in fact unbelievably based on a kernel of fact), or spinning yarns with a similar proportion of embellishment er...um... fiction, but my oh my would Mark Twain be proud of me, I who humbly claim to be genealogically linkedin courtesy siblings descendent of his sisters and brothers, who lived long enough to bare witness to offspring living well into the nineteenth century despite evidence to the contrary.
If as fervent and avid an interest in rhetoric, literature, grammar gripped me analogous to a vice during my salad days, I without a shadow of a doubt - (herewith Punxatawney would and could only envy) can easily envision myself having breathed in one after storied author from time immemorial until the then present, (or even what scholars then considered contemporary), which time frame bracketed between early to late twentieth century. How the futurists of my hay-day would no doubt marvel at how the fourth technological The Fourth Industrial Revolution (4IR), or Industry 4.0, counts as the current technological era defined by the fusion of physical, digital, and biological systems, driven by technologies like Artificial Intelligence, Internet of Things (IoT), and robotics rapidly building on the digital advances of the Third Industrial Revolution, this era witnesses rapidly changing how we live, work, and relate to each other by merging technologies and creating intelligent, interconnected systems punctuated by Key technologies include AI, robotics, 3D printing, biotechnology, and cloud computing, which are transforming industries, creating smart factories, and blurring the lines between human and machine.
Though a biological product of the baby boomer generation, a hankering and pressing nostalgia finds sentiments of mine linkedin to a time and place that maybe never existed except within the flights of fancy that flourished within the the average adult human brain weighs about 3 pounds (1.3 to 1.4 kg) and encompasses a volume of roughly 1,260 to 1,300 cubic centimeters (cm³) and generally about the size of two clenched fists and makes up approximately 2% of total body mass, and somewhere within the convolutions of various tissues, primarily specialized nervous tissue that includes neurons and glial cells, as well as connective tissues, blood vessels, and other supportive structures that form the complex organ known as the brain.
These days approximately three score and six (versus four score and seven) orbitz around the sun the lightspeed of time elapses within a blink of an eye as I clock one revolution after another, a stunned disbelief finds me shell shocked how my sixty sixth year slipped away qua half way thru the second decade of the twenty first century, and hence I experience the status of outlier (cue Unitarian, nonestablishmentarian, latitudinarian, et cetera characteristics) averse to depersonalization tricked out as digitization, mechanization, and (supposedly modernization making humans free and clear of time consuming physical labor), I lament never growing up off the grid.
Stamina of mine slowly ebbing away
covenant to join Silver Sneakers
(at the Spring Valley Y.M.C.A.) I did betray
procrastinator's motto
my lame excuse and well worn cliché
why do today what I can put of until tomorrow
tempus fugit waits for no mortal
nor can one stave
off grim reaper without delay
no fancy feast doth he desire
only human flesh he foremost craves
analogous to a cannibal
most sought after entrée
freshly lovely bones applying scythe
helps mastication while subject
laid out and prepared as fillet
past juncture to negotiate and gainsay
further tenure on par with Methuselah,
which longevity would be reason
to celebrate without following mandates
and just the mere freedom
to shrug off codas
brings occasion to exclaim hooray
adamantly averse to passive role
writing according to establishment
any conventions such as
some types of poetry
with strict rules include the sonnet,
villanelle, sestina, haiku, and ghazal
though predisposed to avoid extremist measures
such incorporating agents provocateur
I honestly believe evolution of creation
when one can calmly, clearly, and cooly inveigh
towards and YES sacrificing
an innocent child such as Jonbonnet,
or accursed white supremacists such as the KKK
violently drag-queens such as men
who attire and don couture
exposing muscular legs
courtesy form fitting lingerie
or perchance just barely
covering effeminate and/or
exposing male reproductive features
knot caring about exposing flesh
thru meshed gaps between exotic macramé
but never would a bachelor farmer from Norway
attire himself and advertise his package
that obviously doth outweigh
the average size pecker
among the male population of Paraguay
only the young studs
flashing lithe bodies
while lying supine on a quai
while innocent bystanders
admired and oogled
while beach bums engrossed
reading the genre writing of François Rabelais
where on the boardwalk
an enterprising piano player
tickled the ivory of a Steinway,
which lyrics interestingly enough
made reference to the battle of Thermopylae
a famous battle in 480 BC;
a Greek army under Leonidas
annihilated by the Persians,
who were trying to conquer Greece,
but luckily got blown off course to Uruguay.
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