let me be your guide,

through a world so snide,

and completely tied,

awaiting that of the perfect tide…

have I lied?

or not tried,

to be completely truthful,

with those of you I have plied,

with my knowledge of certain sciences,

that have been considered applied…

I will have to my time, bide,

and eventually just hide,

on the blindside of those I guide,

through the outermost reaches,

of that same world so well named above…

wish I could write something,

that leaves in the house, not a dry-eye,

but alas, my poetry seems to glide,

in the direction,

of the preposterous & humorous,

both of which I seem to do so well,

even though I am mostly googley-eyed…

Not in the least am I to be found committing homicide,

also I do not see myself doing the patricide thing,

and having been caught in the riptides of life, this long,

you may find me a bit more than under qualified,

or quite possibly preoccupied,

and sometimes dissatisfied,

with the winter-tide, so far as it stands,

so tired of the cold and unable to abide,

any more future nationwide Jekyll and Hides…

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