Inadequate sleep ex(spells) volatile mental state

rew4er2nail

Existential crisis ensued,

hence the following

I attempt to relate

forewarning the missus,

who heard bellicose me loud and clear

excoriate, deprecate, communicate

callously, blisteringly, angrily... expostulate

refrain awakening this sleeping spouse

yours truly unapologetically will berate

forgetting self promise

vowing never to castigate,

yet flush with red hot poker rage

out nostrils steam doth emanate

analogously soused madman

ranting and raving

seething venomous, obstreperous,

iniquitous, ferocious... hate.

 

Violent monstrous, horrendous,

atrocious... beastie boy awoke

reconciliation with goo goo doll broke

bitter bile doth choke

experiencing helplessly shape shifting,

whereby one fell stroke

witnesses emergent Mister Hyde

frighteningly evil doppelgänger doth cloak

easy going, mild manner Doctor Jekyll

former incarnation, where vitriol spoke

housed said baneful nightmarish spirit

killed latter personality

without so much as "ribbit" he did croak.

 

Back far as I can remember

best not disturb

akin to sleeping bear

wrath nobody can curb

once roused not unlike Croat Serb

War of Independence fought

from 1991 to 1995

decades long smoldering resentment

series of unfortunate events did perturb

between Croat forces loyal

to the government

of Croatia, which declared independence

impossible mission to summarize,

within couple lines

comprising poetic blurb

disintegrating Socialist Federal

Republic of Yugoslavia.

 

One look no further

than Greek mythology,

where said classical civilization

incorporated elaborate building blocks

to explain human

nature as well docks

side of the moon,

particularly the seven deadliest sins

unleashed out Pandora's box

I suppose more diabolical

than high school jocks,

whereby yours truly

convenient sacrificial "scapegoat"

after effects still reverberate

like chicken pox

scarred psyche, no matter

still recollect rocks

thrown at Boxer/ Dalmation

Georgie by the Daily's

when family lived

on Lantern Lane.

 

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2019 16:22
  • Category: Reflection
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