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Revelations about Dad’s infamous midnight lectures... woke up courtesy therapy

Especially during past session

on May eighth

two thousand twenty one

between the hours of five and

six o\'clock post meridiem.

 

Between three and four score years ago
the following poetic ill winds did blow

yours truly felt like carrion

repurposed courtesy black crow

decimated to bajillion pieces

analogous to deaf eat, viz bitter foe

where within bared mine soul

 

telltale toxin did glow

yes dear reader cumulative wrath – hello
synopsis I invite thee to know

why self esteem within me so low

lackluster love life accentuated

cuz yours truly

never kissed under mistletoe

 

Dreadful homelife upon

exiting early adolescence

no bed of roses parental

wrath did commence

me (especially after

graduating bottom 1%)

 

scorned as among lowlife

versus being among

productive vested gents

I withstood blistering, mortifying

withering howling offense

yours truly uttered nary a peep.

 

I dreaded every malevolent utterance

when father requested he speak

not about some choice topic dejure

brought a twinkle to my eye,

but that all to familiar monologue

finding me standing like stone wall

hearing, tuning out with equally

predictable trademark demurely meek

pose with hands crossed against

 

chest of the then easily intimidated guy

despite feeling effects of utter ennui

and fatigue attempted to stand tall

against the tsunami verbal typhoon

itching to drown out said battle creek

when asked capisce? comprende? farshtayst?

looked blankly at floor well nigh

or pretended to stare at something extreme

fascinating on the kitchen wall

 

for he may as well asked if I understand

in an unfamiliar language such as Greek

most likely getting successful results

yammering away at common house fly

possibly seething inside (p’raps

equally swatted) ready to lash out into a brawl

held back by fear plus

in comparison to me pop –

just a itty bitty pipsqueak,

who felt onrushing and overpowering

 

desire to collapse and cry

compounded by growing urge

to urinate from that natural urethral call

spoke nada word, nor gave hint

of hearing from loathsome blather that did reek

like decomposition of fetid of dead

living entity that began to putrefy

which offal to mine ears, tugged impetus

under warm blankets to crawl!