Stylin’ the ‘rocker’, and keepin’ it cultured like kimchi,

Kneeling with our Asian brothers, always fluctuating around PFC

Photo was snapped back in early 2009

Heading back from deployment the second, and last time

I thank Gaia and the Sun for giving me thus far an awesome forty years

Even though inflation’s left me a vessel of broken tears

Don’t celebrate birthdays because they’re all about consumption

There’s still much to learn about me to leave many stumped with presumption

All this time it was my asking the universe to stop the non-sense of day-light savings

It was the full night of sleep that we’ve all been craving

1982 was a recessionary period, and the time I was created

The copper penny was the last year of real money; That can’t be overstated

Connecting the obscure and existential dots is no easy task

It requires not outsourcing my mind and having it get up off its ass

It’ll lead you astray watching the same ole’ news media,

And they can be authentic as sugaring your coffee with Stevia

The after-math of WW3 was said to send us back to the stone age

The gears are shifting, we have no choice but to turn that page

‘Tough times create strong men’ could force us back to making fire with sticks

We’ll tread with valor if we ever declared war against BRICS

Everything is one, as symbolized by the Korean flag

Teaming with them, we’ll hang the ‘North’ out to dry in a burlap bag

From mushroom to spore, these cycles of time are a revolving door

When the food runs low the Mennonites and even Jehovah’s witnesses will be begging for war

You ask how can Jaime be simultaneously for war and pro-love

The simulator guardians enjoy the ebb and flow while watching from above

The nectar from the stars will be drank by us on top of the golden alter

Aquarius is eager to pour her full breadth of water

This decade is the Suns, while She screams at humanity

It’s Her turn to take the lead, starting early 2023

I mentioned three years back about the unfolding of these Hunger Games,

So neither side could point fingers and pass blame

We’ll play it well with this 5-D chessboard

After severing ties with the East’s umbilical cord

To the folks on the front lines, I support all of you

My home is open if you need a bunk, warm meal, or a prep or two

I always want to give fair value, a 1:1 trade

Everything around here is pretty much homemade

Don’t believe everything written about me

You could get lost in the sauce of that boxed Dollar Store brand spaghetti

There’s always an opportunity around you to savor

When you don’t ‘buy the dip’– sincerely, Jim Cramer

‘Better to wear a tin foil hat than a blind-fold’

The fools on TV sell the biggest lies ever told

I wrote this rhyme, though a bit lengthy

Always plateauing a mountain that’s bigger than me

Connecting the abstract through poetry

Is our only way to conquer AI by the year 2050