No antihistamine can
unblock the lifetime
accumulation of stoppered emotional gunk
zapping, undermining, and polluting spunk
mine early life in retrospective avast flunk
stripped mined wasteland qua sinkhole,
where eternal reverberations soundlessly plunk
inescapable deafening, and
blinding this targeted
"scapegoat" bullied by most every punk
wrathful verbal sucker punches,
whereby yours truly habitually shrunk
within himself, yet self actualization
predates how severe
introvertedness doth debunk
the penultimate prevalence that mean kids,
albeit cruel, fiendish, incriminating
ganged accomplices further sunk
this then boy careering
into an abysmal funk
crashing into bajillion pieces
with soundless silent thunk
pitching mental health
(actually entire self)
analogous to comatose
state losing a chunk
of vital growing up years,
when upon reluctant
commencement into early adulthood
debilitating chafing
against self destructive
(mailer daemon) nemesis did brood
apathetic degree of functionality crude
delivering punishing perception,
now this older dude
writhes with lament oft times exude
ding self hatred, especially during
critical years, I denied myself food
never reconciling how affliction
cost development good
and plenti stunted development,
when scythe ying grim reaper donning
trademark black hood
dee metaphorically pinned toothpick
lovely bag of bones fragile as breadstick
easily crushed by madding publick
crowdsource, that slip of a cowlick
my excruciating body electric
demolished with figurative flick
of wrist now shutters hermetic
vacuum sealed "prison" brick
an invincible fortified bailiwick
walled in invisible steely fortress
hardest and most resilient mucous thick
against any wrecking ball.
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2019 16:54
- Category: Reflection
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would care to know some background on this one. thanks 🙂
Matthew Scott Harris jade
did, and upon feasting
on burnt offerings in full laid
abdominal bloating,
engorging, and overly ingesting
hemlock poison eternal peace paid.
“Wherefore art those innocent
and precious days of youth”?
That rhetorical question
continues to resonate
and reverberate within
(cobweb filled) catacombs of my mind
with increasing frequency thin
lee veiled as ear a coy, I feel aghast
how great intervals
where in tarred 'and feathered nation
(feel free and welcome to standing ovation -
insert and substitute
favorite expletive f**king station
without concern to conserve nor ration)
how those carefree, lackadaisical,
and leisurely days of youth
disappear in permanent killer vacation.
I daresay any satisfactory answer
can be offered dazed ape
disbelieving ne'er six times decade
dirty deeds donned with cheap crape
adorning dis dude might, akin to someone
becoming inebriated
as modus operandi to escape
within darkened deathly
divine noose, hence hung
around naked necked nape.
I would have asked the same as psychofemale. Still, impeccable rhyming.
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