Rhymania is an old affliction with me. I am told told we learn to rhyme much before we manage to deliver sophisticated prose. There is no good reason to disbelieve the axiom, if I were to go by personal example. With yet another calender year approaching, and the prospects of my becoming famous or notorious remaining equally dim, I propose to inflict you with some more self-indulgence, as if you are not saturated already. Here goes an eight line summary of my life and attitude. Happy new year in advance everyone. May you all make yourselves happy and smiling the way you want others to make you happy and smiling.
In the rear of my heart,
jostles plenty of muck and dirt,
with a few floating drops of kindness left,
after half a life devoted to ideas' theft.
You are a bright idea,
i say stay away from me,
or i'll go get all the trivia,
and rustle them into ecstacy!
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