The Lunatic Inside Me iz a hen pecking noose hens.

The majority of mine lxiii years

expended delving deep into imagination,

yours truly escaped, loosed, thwarted...

reality courtesy bookland
roaming cerebral cortex terra firmae

did not amp pulley satiate

seemingly depression found me
(an uncompetitive, oversensitive,

intuitive, contemplative bookworm)
with scrunched pate,

a day short and a dollar late

one dime a dozen lad

hood scrimp and scrape,

a familiar pattern typified fate

viz - hand to mouth bleak
how zing existence aye equate

extant throughout three score

plus three years date

journeys round el sol,

this varsity schlepper, procrastinator,

malingerer did create

current emotional state

mottled with sea henna tint

financial, emotional and

psychosocial characteristics stint

aye serum eyes while

in utero the blue print

indelibly etched analogous

brand York Peppermint

also analogous to musician
recording tracks upon primed glint

ting digitized compact disc

clear polycarbonate plastic substrate,

a reflective metallic layer,

and a clear protective coating

of acrylic plastic

breakable as flint.

Though afflicted with severe

panic/anxiety attacks

suffering became manifest destiny

for decades housed née sequestered

in abominable barracks
(one common joe biden his time)

made debut during prepubescence,

ambivalent toward and quite lax

concerning mien kampf,
when adolescent/puberty at max

metamorphosis from boy

to man found me strongly in pax

averse to growing up

Anorexia Nervosa latched did tax

developmental height and weight,

whence this grown male did wax

nostalgic for his boyhood-

literally starved himself -

not quite to death,

or unconditional self-acceptance by peers.

Mine psyche felt ship

wrecked upon the jagged shoal

of abject apathy, self-injury,

and jury-rigged penury now a pall

duh, these psychological idiosyncrasies

perfect breeding ground to maul

and rent asunder psychic ground

for lack of pride slinking along hall

ways resonating with flapping wings,
his doppelganger exhibited gall

wherein yours truly remained

face down from a major fall

when both parents alive

(thine mum deceased

almost eighteen plus years,

when grim reaper didst call

now octogenarian widower pop,

who since this initial writing
passed away about
sixteen months ago)

espied sense to bawl

upon death ova

me mum, and sensibility

evinced inquisitive kindled

linked opportunistic quest

misunderstanding, avoiding

whirled wide web

as a young whippersnapper -

wait, that iz not awl.

Inform me if you wanna explore

additional tidbits glore

cuz long poem comprises more
lines offering metaphorical tour
within me body electric
akin to teenage wasteland
after internal near deadly war.