invective confection.

even today?
yeah, duders,
especially today.
what?
uh-huh.
every day is the worst one.
the usual inexhaustible droll deprecation and dismal doo-doo buttery doldrums.
everlasting mediocrity, mutha-lickers.
that's the way it goes.
it's astounding-
time is fleeting....
(madness takes it toll)
listen closely,
not for very much longer,
i've got to keep control-
that's it, kids!
the ever-lovin' mutha-flippin' time warp is impending and imposing it's
temporal teleportational translocational activation on our faces.
yes, it is.
early shirley in the a.m.,
we can take a mulligan.
a re-doo-doo over of a whole sour hour of power,
via time travel, from the present directly into the chronological  past.
yuuuuuuuuuuup.
back to the mutha-flippin' future after another 'nother once-again-from-the-top, neighbors.
but this time? with feeling.
word up.
right now,
we're in the future!
but later on, not so much-
the present is a re-gift, if you get my meaning.
handed over as a hand-me-down from the last time and the next time.
we're left with leftovers, and a sixty-minute gap between before and after.
fall back, that's the saying.
fall back and regroup, but never retreat,
that's more to the point.
time is what you make it;
never quiet, never soft.....