Love Contrivance (3)

   
   "Love Contrivance (3)"
   
   I'm from forwards; specifically, futurity.  We all are, or there be reverberation of graveyard life, resurrecting ghostways; regardless, I just sling my newspapers; plus, keep my nose inviolate and clean--though the heretical critics think I'm blitzed.  As Mr. Miyagi said:  "Afraid you got your facts wrong."
  
Nothing like a Nordic blonde girl, well constructed--spacious with a plethora of buxom,
Wanting to eagerly absorb life's Spider-Man suction;
Still, I keep the coydog crazy,
Being the meek nemesis of hazy and perniciously lazy--
So damn keen and in vibrant touch,
Nothing is gray save the smutch.