another poem written during an unsettlingly mood

I'm amused by the goings on of the world,

although I must say it’s not funny.

these days I seem to be spending a lot of time

lurking between what is commonly known as "this and that".

but certain revelations have come to my attention

allowing me to gain a sense of what people are up to

on the other side of the table.

so I have things to say as do all blabbermouths,

but as it stands I'm more of an exhibitionist

than I am a presenter of opinions for public consumption.

day-by-day, the aging MacBook loiters in lazy mode,

and I can’t write poems in longhand with a pen, scratching

word groups bloated in adjectives across a sheet of paper.

they don’t come out right; they're lopsided, like a top

toward the sickening end its spin, or Saturn.

I’ve tried the A.I. approach to expression, but I was quickly

terminated as the pink-slip stated: "due to a lack of understanding".

I thought I might squeak by like I did from the 5th grade to the 6th grade,

but unlike the modus operandi of my youth, my old-timer charms

have been mostly ineffective.

but as a head's-up, and a sign of respect to one and all,

fragments of yourselves may still be found in my notes,

and I'll fish them out if you allow me the pleasure of your company.