Oh! What joyeth!
And bedevilment
Bringeth to I
Bought and paid for on Kitty’s dime
The dalliance of the daily paper!
My earliest morn strolling the street
For the Daily News deliveries
To Sweet Mother I still savor!
Though the withering Times
Can be beguiling
And emotions oft flourish!
And at other black lines
Feelings taper!
I shalt forever more endeavor
To rejoice in the effervescent ether
And suck in the voluminous vapors
Of Life!
My most fortuitous caper!
Bon Voyage!
Let their be a good poem hidden
Somewhere inside the old facade
Interpreting the cause!
Providence doth not grant my faculties
To drift e’er into the hifalutin habitat
Via the external bombastic unlettered
Majestically Morbid!
Make America Great Again world
Of the colloquial slip-shod!
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