Waiting for good dough

No matter yours truly

(potential rising star -

analogous to ascending yeast)

bred for easy street

life of po' witless

mendicant nimbly,

pointlessly, and rhythmically

shuffles (think tramp)

along his poetic little feet

garden variety beastie boy

aimlessly, fortuitously, halfheartedly,

and mindlessly follows

one after another backstreet

revisiting, reminiscing, and relegating

lofty mollycoddled station bittersweet

birthright fame and fortune

teasingly did greet

finding twenty first century hobo

shack hulled with poverty

(think dirt poor),

I shoe cannot defeat,

which accursed fate socked yours truly,

where one after another failure did beat

once unassailable esprit de corps

near ready and willing to meet

exalted, fabled, gilded... seat

but woeful naiveté tricked with deceit

mine childlike innocence dripping effete

characteristics easily swindled for Pete

sakes since... young manhood, now wizened

old looking schnorrer marveling,

imagining, envisioning aggregating riches

coaxing, forming, hatching...

liaisons particularly romantically discrete

lavishing untold money during heat

of passion oblivious,

how ingénues with sweet

enticingly, ineluctably, luridly, beckoned

eventually no exit and other ploys

playfully blindsiding me with

one after another promiscuous tweet

barricades no exit wrought

with razor wire and concrete.