Ruing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live

The following poetic account

written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago,

while I (a socially withdrawn Homo Sapiens)
groveled along (on a secret Msn)
along boulevard of broken dreams,

whereby yours truly forced to eat crow
quite challenging cuz
wonky twittering angry birds

alive and well darting hither and yon to and fro
able, eager, ready, and willing

to gouge out the eyes of one common Joe.

Arduous agonizing affliction
didst unrelentingly assault and assail...

aghast to exhale... lest I would lose
desperate clinging clutch
held by more'n one

but less than eleven

bloodied cracked fingernail

phantasmagoric phalange like tendrils constricted
stoppering me to whisper or wail
against being swallowed into hello poetry tumblr

(think Alice in wonderland

falling into rabbit hole)

yawning abyss menacingly beseeched

hmm...release could immediately curtail
cumulative (lifetime's worth) travail

freefalling, pirouetting unnervingly,
unstoppably, unwaveringly... zipping

into infinite black hole sun hell

buzzfeeding me where linkedin

earthlinked suffering lovely bones would ail

making minced meat out of me

“poof” vanish as guilt – courtesy didst hail
analogous storm trooper peppering

Pennsylvanian's psyche... with eternal jail
time for eternity excluded option

asper garden variety baby boomer male,
albeit the father of deux darling daughters,
the eldest (broke vow of silent communication),
she reached out after months long hiatus telltale

sign indications to accept genuine apology

her biological father (me) culpability

regarding destitution raged against hurtfulness,
he affixed indelible psychological scars each travail
boomeranged back to yours truly duress
during her impressionable years, she did rail
and rant similar to countless

previous conversations, the scale
innocent intelligent progeny, we begat
(myself and misses) financially ill prepared

to provide respectable accommodations.

Our "dirt poor" status detrimental
livingsocial among affluent MainLine

incomes luxe Lower Merion
living costs fateful design
neighbors cursed, ostracized, vilified...
unsightly unkempt property (i.e. unmanicured)

intolerant snobs didst malign

child welfare services called NOT to dine,

but emphatic for papa and mama to align

dwelling safe and secure for minors

yes, I attest despicable living conditions
crowded house with Zison heirlooms
owners - malignant hoarders did confine
considerably reducing cubic feet,

they relations of spouse evicted us
ready to point carbine
at temple...quicker than noose
dead of winter 2010 near homelessness
relocated within "roach motel" decline
'twixt omnipotent bond

among our dynamics with offspring
livid with rage, asper an inferno no divine
comedy compounded by lascivious
behaviour - mine to hasten dateline
enduring helplessness, hardship
being alive plus brandished carving knife
against self witnessed...I assign
poor marks as paternal parent,

who bemoans loathsome

impact...this papa gropes toward hotline!