Daylight Savings Time March 8th 2020

Daylight Savings Time – March 8th, 2020 Two o'clock anno Domini nostri Jesu Christi hour hand clock sprung forward sixty minutes round about same of month every year, what a bum er, an inconvenient truth diverged from this chum purposelessly manipulating a hold over sans yesteryear doth drum a sensation of jet lag (with earth in the balance) as if flying within time machine at warp speed from this station, where bumpy ride invariably finds me feeling a bit ticked off and glum and in no mood to rhyme, nor be leer re: cull juiced barely tantamount to gather scattered wits sin tide, and express mood as hoe hum fortunate, this chronological seismic shift nada wide, ah assume nonetheless, mein kampf cerebral hemispheric plate tectonics comb pluck hated off jangling black keys helplessly boom fancifully drifting and boring into quick ribald sand trap doom ming an inducement for emergency convoy, when pitched from sea to figurative shining sea – gram ma mother earth glum where live yik yak (paddy whacked) wired vanguard trulia tried optimism to hum nonetheless, swallowed down cream mated behavioral sink her inert ashes boxed for mo urn eternity like talcum powder went – me mum bling bloviation, once worth matchless peerage, now pitched comfortably numb lee into morass of temporary confusion, where plumb line delineating circadian rhythm offset, when athwart pilot rum man strait ting and bickering with Gulliver's swiftly traveling Lilliputians slum bring within islets of langerhans defiantly thumb ming nose, where body, mind & soul vampire weeknd viz a bully did cower hence mister clock, who got hijacked 3600 seconds per hour experienced head, thorax and abdomen diminishing in min (ute) power wrought indistinguishable Whitsuntide as sour grapes imposing ill fitting sea legs, which folded like a faulty tower crumbling skeletal carapace, resoundingly surrendered, and back slid vis a vis American express hiz fashionably late opinion regarding space/time continuum did devour. Black hole event horizon indeed kept lock step as das joint mill hoard sucker punched the REO bandwagon of father time, whose riffs a silent chord nsync with atomic fractional second bored quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers counter point of view shifted to oppose this minute accord.