No matter Tuesday, November 5, 2024

still one hundred and eight days away,

(thank you Julian Date Calendar -
FOR LEAP YEARS ONLY),

I believe a foregone conclusion

that Donald Trump will win
based on the pathetic debate performance
between Joseph Robinette Biden Junior,
and Donald John Trump
in tandem with the stellar performance

of the latter at the Republican National Convention,

which appeared to surpass great expectations,

a gut reaction, cuz I could not stomach watching

the main star and near future dictator.

 

I may view some or all of
The Democratic Convention

scheduled to be held August 19 to 22, 2024,

at the United Center in Chicago, Illinois,

and by tradition, because the Democratic Party

currently holds the White House,

said convention will be conducted

after the 2024 Republican National Convention,

which was held from July 15 to 18, 2024.

Nevertheless, yours truly

will not betray his political party loyalty

to cast his vote for the former named candidate

and simultaneously brace himself emotionally
drafting gofundme site with catchy slogan
and image showing tin cup hand
for sudden homelessness

of myself and the missus,

the result of social security disability,
AETNA ADVANTRA MEDICARE,

and Medicaid being axed, gutted, slashed, et cetera

as well as many other socially progressive programs

unless this gassy, generic, gifted, and goofy guy

experiences an unexpected windfall.

 

Actually... another alternative exists

videre licet despite the admission,

I don't really feel ready to die,
and the spouse would kill me
if she finds out one bumbling,
doodling, fiddling, hemming

and hawing, jump/kick starting wordsmith

would dare leave, whereby

she would lack

her figurative rock of Gibraltar.

 

The idea to emigrate to Canada,

or just drive until reaching north

of the border dividing line much

more appealing, but no family or

friends linkedin to my network,
nor, cuz this solitudinarian can

call on nobody except an elder

sister living in Woodbury, New

Jersey, or a younger sibling (a
veritable globe trotter), she and

her husband call Bend, Oregon

their mostly permanent residence.

Yeah, I attest to be all talk and no action
envisioning myself made of stouter stuff
with the help of powder milk biscuits,
which gave me the courage

to acquire superhuman powers
which allows, enables, and provide

a guise to bedazzle readers

with my brilliance.
 

No other particular marketable skill can I avail

long story short mental health issues sabotaged

healthy development of body, mind, and spirit
evinced with difficulty similarly as challenging

as blind double amputee person learning Braille

when segueing from childhood's end to adolescence
experiencing puberty found me

fraught with emotional travail
vivid remembrance of things past

taking piano lessons
at the house Missus Eva Youngblood,

where her daughter Barbara taught
courtesy John Thompson's
Modern Course for the Piano -
numerous lesson books
helped yours truly learn
how to tickle the ivory keys
at some point, I succumbed

to severe grievous state
collapsed in a heap
on the floor and softly wailed

lamentably plaintively sobbing
pausing between weeping
to ejaculate “I cannot live any more,”
or some such sentiment.

 

Ted Goldberg, a psychiatrist
at Collegeville Counseling
did his level best to draw out

responses from a little boy
who remained mute,
and said degreed professional resorted
to play one or more popular board games

which choice of activity
elicited non verbal reaction,
and needless to say this approach

slowly but surely gradually
found with the aid of melirill -

(thioridazine HCl) an anti-psychotic medication

in the phenothiazine class

used to treat psychotic disorders

such as schizophrenia and elavil -

medication used to treat depression.
Amitriptyline belongs to a class

of drugs known as tricyclic antidepressants.
 

Both prescription medications eventually
bore figurative fruit,
and coaxed my tongue to wag.

 

Anorexia nervosa got nipped in the bud
before I literally starved to death,

totally undermining mental, physical,

and spiritual well being

presenting impossible mission

for this then seventh grade student

assigned to section 7B1

(if memory serves me correctly)

to assimilate lecture material,
thus scoring the lowest marks
with flying colors
(such as black, blue, and red),

and getting promoted

 

by the skin of my teeth,
with mine ancient history

adding up to being

a deplorable basket case

thru the remaining years I attended

Methacton Junior/Senior High School

actually at some arbitrary petticoat juncture

I gave up exerting one iota of intelligence

and adopted apathy, and honestly failed

at receiving an education,

cuz yours truly occupied a desk,

but never uttered a peep,

thus succeeded (as inscribed

on my curriculum vitae)

Matthew Scott Harris

did an exemplary job

taking up space and time.