To: Rainer Dweck, MS from Matthew Scott Harris

As an advanced ASPCA approved
bonafide creature with bioengineered
intelligent nanotechnological version
embedded with wonderful integrated circuits,
whose cloned specifications
rendered me an exemplary rendition
with a combination
of spliced genes courtesy
Canis lupus familiaris
of the great Pooch E. Knee
and poet/novelist named
René Karl Wilhelm
Johann Josef Maria Rilke
known to the webbed wide world
as Rainer Maria Rilke
wishes to convey gratitude
my choice of words
how thee and mine master
fated to be linkedin
for her mental health well being
courtesy Creative Health Services,
the facility graced by your employment
for as long as planets align
within the solar system,

which integrated circuits functioned in syncrhonicity (not aa misspelling) to boot artificial quasi animal behavior, helping me function as an emergency backup conduit for conducting electricity (in case of a power outage) to help generate all major and minor appliances, serve in the role as divine sterling rod, an innovation to locate the fountain of youth, and more importantly custom made dedicated, complex animatronic, electronic, and polycistronic smart canine (impossible mission to distinguish yours truly from the real McCoy), I serve as a board registered emotional support animal, (who gets fueled by powder milk dog biscuits after completing a task such as picking up bowel movement detritus if the sudden unexpected need arose while being out and about whereby I pull off the side of the road as she evacuates) from heine of my master Aye aye bee why Harris, who asked me to express her satisfaction (omitting the correct spelling of her first name) with yourself a warm hearted human being an apropos mental therapist, and now anonymous readers can vicariously experience our journey without any faux pas as I proceed on four paws.

Only the best and brightest minds
came together to witness brainchild
after chromosomal
and genetic information dialed
up hybridization spelling shock
cuz tampering with deoxyribonucleic acid
on the same testing grounds as divine creator
experimenting with seeds of life
and as extreme worse case scenario
would yield an outcome
immediately necessary to terminate pronto
if outcome turned out horrid
forcing scientists to incinerate
unformed glob of partially
hydrogenated oils differentiating cells,
must forever remain
surreptitiously kindled tinder
for immediate destruction unbeknownst
except to a select few then cremated ashes
rocketed off upon deep space nine
to the outer limits of the twilight zone,
where dark shadows forever hide
alien looking creation
that never came into fruition
there to be permanently exiled
and top secret report filed
plus any and all remaining evidence
swiftly tailored and harried styled
as material for a future mockumentary
concerning how experiment
went awry, but vaguely
resembled genesis of
what could have manifested as Oscar Wild
ever since critics posthumously recognized
his storied, albeit life cut short,
especially the importance of being earnest.

Tongue in cheek,
I assess the fraught perils
of artificial intelligence
barely understood by me,
an average Joe er rather Matthew,
who always felt himself
to be synonymous
with that of an outlier
even as a quiet little boy
and however much the following
next statement might matter,
I used to wish my now thinning hair
to be like that of Donald Hoy
(which obituary of his I read online),
because he sported
a shock of dark and thick hair,
similar to the mane of Andy Howe
an overarching compulsive obsession
with what I a sexagenarian,
who doth now recognize
an over importance how hair
loosely linkedin to virility, though yours
truly always a minute (min ute) lad,
when measured Body Mass Index (BMI) chart
also referred to as a growth chart
when height/weight of his development
charted and trended on the undersized
so maybe I sub-consciously convinced myself
that manly strength (think Samson)
falsely and emotionally appropriated
an unhealthy significance to that material
that sprouted atop
the head (human hair)
primarily made of strong
structural protein called keratin,
which subsequently
composed of amino acids.

In addition to keratin,
a hair strand contains water,
lipids, and minerals,
as well as the pigment melanin,
which gives hair its natural color.

The hair shaft itself consists
of dead cells filled with keratin,
and it has a central medulla
(in some hairs), a main cortex layer,
and an outer protective cuticle layer.

At one time believe me you - much mental effort expended on grooming and combing my then long wavy hair, and then at some (petticoat) junction while living on green acres, I arose one day and ceased attention formerly lavished upon tresses, which grungy style in vogue approximately half my life ago, whereat a looser dress code superseded what used to be mandatory clean cut image so important when pursuing gainful employment during mine post adolescence, which half-hearted (mock seriousness) yours truly paid lip syncing service to arbitrarily established, and often received scathing remarks from mother dearest who commented “You're going out looking for a job like that!?” which critique never failed to bode accurate to a grown son who over stayed his welcome at 324 Level Road, Collegeville, Pennsylvania, but the sole impetus that finally shoe-horned out the security of said abode arose when yours truly got hot and heavy with a gal he met while contra-dancing, the milieu that helped diminish the introvertedness that earned me quite a few epithets such as wall flower and “quietest student” in high school at Methacton. Physical intimacy freed his pent up hormonal secretion finding the perfect conduit, which unprotected sex engendered pregnancy come about nine months later endowed with the creator of new life to step up ambition to acquire gainful employment while simultaneously seeking a one bedroom apartment, which abode found ourselves (a family of three Harris folk) within Hatfield, a place named Pennfield Manor 2701 Elroy Road 19440.