Though no political pundit, nevertheless...

Thu, 07/11/2024 - 17:55 -- ts735b

I trumpet the withdrawal

of democratic contender from out the presidential race.

 

Breaking headline news story

courtesy rumor monger premieres

showcasing emphatic groundswell
against feeble minded incumbent.

Extraordinary turn of current events
immediately enlivens the United States populace
injecting much needed lively discussion
about gerontocracy deliberating for the electorate.

Though ill suited for any storied role in American government
yours truly (a sexagenarian) could vouchsafe for entrusting the
beleaguered state of the union in the hands of a qualified female
or male candidate born within Generation X Born 1965–1980.

 

Upon growing national groundswell of alarm

agonizing, capitalizing, eulogizing, galvanizing,
initializing, jeopardizing, polarizing...
voters (née namely citizens) of United States
plus capital one, buzzfeeding learned folks
linkedin courtesy webbed wide world,
an earthshaking crisis emboldens an erstwhile

average joe (biden his time) suddenly

chose to loose his humble opinion

across the Internet to affect

 

an immediate emergency session

of government officials

to address inexorable lurch

toward absolute zero democracy,

which liaison of Democrats and Republicans

necessitates closed door session

to resolve and allay the shear madness

lurking within the outer limits

of the fast approaching twilight zone

where dark shadows

creep toward utter chaos,

cuz our country tis of thee

teeters on the brink of

the astute heads of state,

and even popular stars

in the limelight beseech, implore,
and knead the malleable consciences

of sensible sons and daughters

genealogically linkedin to storied personalities
fomenting the American Revolution.

 

Outright riots promise to spill blood

and sacrifice the lives

of at least one anonymous worthy wordsmith,
(who might possibly

be an English Major incarnate)
in tandem with militant posses submerging

the land of the free

and home of the brave into anarchy

already terroristic subterfuge

 

rallies quintessential pronouncement

hinting quacking ducks lined in a row

where progostigation of dystopian future

impossible mission to detail

a scenario one cannot even conjure

from an overactive imagination

such as mine flirtation

with the Brave New World

already reflecting the absence of freedoms.

Not much effort required

to hypothesize severe limitations

and even harsh measures

taken against me for merely
sharing a what if scenario
barely even approximating
fallout from writing something

so passé as the following.

Haint no walk in the (Linkin) Park

(like back in the day

during the twenty fourth year

of the twenty first century),

I remember fondly as a sexagenarian -

shooting the breeze

on many a temperate
midsummer night's dream,

or later at four after midnight
nodding off to sleep

listening to deep sleep music

courtesy scouring youtube
then mostly free
from the electronic eyes of the government,
cuz soon sophisticated spyware -
linkedin with augmented/
virtual reality and microchips
incorporating sensors record
critical nodes' details traversed by each bit,
where computer hackers given free license
to explore weaknesses within system of the down.

 

Afterwards rigorously tested apps courtesy

south of the borders penned up
(think veritable sweatshop) preschoolers,

or applications put thru their paces

by kindergarteners similarly encaged

laboring with their collective cute button noses

to the grindstone sunup to sundown

exception made for little fingers reprieve
come holidays or birthday of product tester
prior to software being installed
on every machine sold for personal use) -
ultimately allowed (rather mandated)

by fiat and enabled a self declared autocrat
to obtain covert information
about another's computer activities
by transmitting data covertly from their hard drive -
espying websites visited
accumulating treasure trove of data -
possibly unwittingly hitting the bullseye
when subtly targeting and ingeniously
lampooning agent provocateur
cleverly communicating hidden messages
subsequently courtesy from said wiseacre.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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