Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.


I’m thinking of a number, so I guess you’ll do the same.
And by guessing, I’m suggesting myself thinking of a name,
as any thinking person would. It’s good to think. Suppose
some numbers unencumbered someone’s slumbering nose,
and snores bore through the silence, would such violence awaken
you to write what this invites, or has my faith been shaken?

If you had a million bucks, I know just what you'd do, 
because I'm sure I'd do pretty much the same thing as you. 
I’d spend some of it just for fun, and of course I’d pay my bills. 
I’d use it as a lever to address financial ills. 

Applied right here, within this sphere, are ethical aesthetics
such as those found bound in books about business and ethics.
It takes a while to think things out, to contemplate and stew, 
because every time you look at things it’s another point of view. 

I've a sidekick predeliction to my diction, and my speech 
suggests that I've ingested cheese and crackers when I preach. 
So I've devised this, and advise all reading to please take note 
of everything you'd think to say today, if this was yours to quote. 

If this was yours to quote, devote your time and energy 
to non-zero sum freedoms in dynamic synergy!

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