P for Poetic License

Who are you?

Please be patient while I ponder the particulars of your petition. A puzzling predicament precludes the answer to your plea: a philandering philanthropist perpetually perplexed by his own petulant personality. Neither psychology nor philosophy presents a pleasing solution as both lack the propensity for punctuality in their penetrating pursuit of perdurable positivism.  Perhaps then it is less pertinent to be pensive than it is to be pithy, pointing purely to the more prominent and prevalent of a person’s personals.

In this instance I am neither purist nor postmodern, not professional but more playful in my part as puppeteer. I present paradigms with pleasure, never piously (although eventually posthumously). I play my pen like a pipe practising persuasion to prompt passion from those presented with my pros. I perform to parody both pioneers and paupers, perceptively personifying people and peoples to pass the power to effect permutation, perturbing those pre-eminently placed.

Perhaps though I have procrastinated and so penultimately I pray penance in this persevering parlay. Practical precedent prescribes a ‘name’ to purge pandemonium with all players upon life’s stage ‘playing their parts’. Names provide poor pathways to personhood, primitively pigeon-holing the ‘person’ into ‘people’.  Per contra, pseudonyms provide an alternative to placid public pooling and allow promiscuity to prevail in ‘patents of the person’.  

Given the verbose prologue and preference of personification you may call me a precariously poverty-stricken poet , or more simply ‘P’.