What If Destiny...

Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To...

 

Communicate (temporarily,
strictly and hypothetically)
merely allowing me to burble
essentially rendering, limiting,
and fixing me tubby nonverbal,

where frustration ensued -
inducing passivity, asper myself
shrugging shoulders in resignation
coon sitter ring thy fate
nsync with that of a gerbil?

Thus codifying, con
fining, and consigning
stricture to a sorry lot
perhaps finding me
envying fun 

Gus of ergot,
which organism at least participates
in a pro active life cycle,
though one may say,
said organism doth rot.

Now...all Joe King aside,
an attempt will be made tried
though daunted to cogitate beside
Ritch ching deep inside

and remain on - ride
ding the straight and true
so please dont chide
restricting me to bide

with guise of seriousness,
when aye decide
did to complete on
par tragedy thalidomide

wrought, yet this poem, though belied
and bedeviled pondering
how Yukon not induce tongue re:
totally tubularly restrained,

sans tubby unable to talk
plus afflicted with autism,
hence guide
did through extreme effort

pretending, thus
to feign being denied
critical skill to chat
with a snap allied

(NOT with van knit tee),
but dead seriousness try
ying with futility hypothetically
impossible to imagine tubby

accursed without means to speak
compounded by autism,
an immeasurable frustration
must mount inside,

viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor,
nonetheless I cried
inside when the limp deceased body of
six year old

Maddox Ritch – already died,
drowned mainly supposedly,
when dashing ahead,
he didst play hide

with his father (Ian Ritch),
while the special needs child
(unknowingly) both spent

final hours together
bonding at Rankin
Lake Park in Gastonia
within North Carolina.