I experience languor getting auld

rew4er2nail

As a bouncing baby boy

syne of tragic travails in the offing tolled

courtesy analogous bell think Pavlov's employ;

yours truly me mama's apron strings rolled

secure around stubby fingers brought joy

created and garnered webbed wold

between she who helped beget me thru ploy

constituting biological reproduction.

 

Peter Pan syndrome

not recognized as bonafide diagnosis

encapsulates mein kampf and hard times,

whereby mine childhood's end

dreaded, linkedin and thwarted adulthood

courtesy Anorexia nervosa
(long before said illness
the popular rage

during roaring (2000) twenties


mainly among females)

as feeble attempt to avoid

transitioning into manhood
evidenced today upon

cusp of twilight (zone) years,

when dark shadows (albeit psychological)

metaphorically house these lovely bones

id est twenty first century caveman

with stunted body, mind and spirit.

 

I feel invisibly chained

to mine early days of yore,

an idealized stage since nostalgia tore

at short lived mettlesome breastplate

activating devastating - festering civil war

leaving seeds of potential emasculation

these approximate three score

years since exiting birth canal,

when both parents in their prime

tickled pink and enthralled

with choice of lifelong paramour.

 

Renee Cardone therapist

associated with SpringFord school district

doxyme portal allows, enables,

and provides telemedicine

cited how I, a long haired

pencil necked geek aging baby boomer

essentially lives marginal existence

self, constricted, hobbled, quarantined...

since... majority of half dozen plus decades

brought forth upon terrestrial firmament

circumscribing outer limits,
when on January 13th, 19xx

 

one strong contraction

I ain't kidding ousted

future adverbial, he/him one wily wordsmith

makes period dick exclamation,

viz noun sensible, proverbial...,

who dangled me like a participle,

(hence obstetrician put the scare

of wuthering heights

within yours truly)

well seasoned whippersnapper,

who frolicked in summer re:

amidst the purple rain.

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 2nd, 2022 11:40
  • Category: Humor
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