Wake to frequent reality I lack pride and joy

Alternately titled inferiority

complex since little boy

oft times ponder what

afterlife like beyond far horizon ahoy...

 

No matter scarce giddiness wave

did carry and buoy yours truly aloft

analogous to dwell amidst

hermetically sealed croft,

imagining small rented farm,

especially one in Scotland

comprising plot of arable land

attached to house,

where hat o' this gentleman doffed,

 

Thence beckoning thee

to get comfortably numb

nurse cocktail I doctor, ah yea
with good n plenti of rum

lamenting mein kampf

worth ordinarily absolute zero

on par with being

a harmless no good bum

reflecting scores of lapsed years

since bing hard school of knocks alum

lionizing American south antebellum,

Pace of existence found one
idyllic I exclaim
casually sauntering along,
quite welcoming if one lame

especially inviting nineteenth

century hamlet fictitious place name

crafted within A Stop At Willoughby

(think or Google twilight zone

Season 1 Episode 30), where

main character shed his shame,

 

I too could easily capitulate

if/when time travel will encapsulate

one to journey where simply

livingsocial appeared exotic and great,

versus twenty first century Schwenksville

specifically Highland Manor

each and every resident doth insulate

her/himself within four walls

affixed with memories,

a long gone mate

similar to mine nonagenarian papa,

whose spouse Harriet,

a prior poem

I did poetically narrate,

which rancor hardened filial me obdurate

considerably decreased, yet revisit loss,

now jars thee noggin o' this primate

smoldering resentment - a human trait

did poison when mother at death's door

objection to accursed

disease did undulate

within her cancerous kindled,

riddled, wasted body joie de vivre

loathsome beast could

never invalid date

grim reaper would not wait,

her passing fourteen

and half orbitz ago

 

Withheld a hug I never gave

presently wince with sorrow,

yours truly never forgave

himself eternal repentance within mine

soul asylum as unseen knife doth engrave

mine mean deprivation

bajillion miles separated us

unconditional love all she did crave.