USDA dose of jocularity doth not compute

rew4er2nail

fatty deposit usurped

my washboard physique

I can no longer lay claim

as pencil necked geek

mute tinny utterances futile

to write and/or speak

as recourse to cope with

displeasing body morphology

tis good n plenti humor I seek

to offset feeling morose, and

regular exercise regime to tweak

objectionable physiognomy,

would offend classic Greek

aesthetically lean body mass index

even lions, tigers, or bears,

would consider yours truly a freak

actually never in mein kampf,

as lovely bones creak

acceptance of physical,

(nor mental) self e'en as pipsqueak

 

wrought intimations just short

re: abominable mortal kombat total hate

me snow kidding man plus

loathing mine anatomical trait

invariably pitched mental

health in dire strait

I haint shy stating greater part

of life (mine) where fate

found me beset with feeling morose

inner dialogue tête-à-tête

attributed to more'n

one countless reason

sunk teeth into anorexia

as pit iff full adolescent date

even now chief among

reasons with rhyme, aye lowly rate

being adipose fatty deposit usurped

washboard physique long ancient history

no surprise competency not great

 

passive withdrawn demeanor set precedent

concomitantly plagued with

submucous cleft palate being risk averse,

in tandem being diminutive height meant

easy scapegoat target leant

convenience and regularly meant

chased, mocked, taunted...

by bullies helped rent

psyche asunder during impressionable years

nonetheless acutely cogent

whatever that might be worth, this gent

laments good n plenti

centsless opportunities got misspent

finding empowerment thru writing only recent

endeavor to cope with

empty nest syndrome event.

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2019 15:39
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 37
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