Personal vicissitudes pronounced irrepressible self loathing

Ever since mine late boyhood

when unstoppable coded

cellular processes did segue
I experienced abhorrence

toward yours truly,

an extremely introverted kid,

whose parents nor siblings

(one younger and older sister) could

not arouse him

out of his emotional torpor

(even enlisting powers of druid)

akin being on par with
Peter Peter pumpkin eater...,

whereby he (meaning

author who crafts this poem)
kept himself isolated,

quarantined, and xed out

within self made

certifiable, formidable, impermeable,

lockable, and objectionable shell.

Me mum mollycoddled her only son

bathed him in maternal love

omnipotent motherliness

figuratively guillotined

(unwittingly) healthy maturation,

thus development sabotaged

courtesy figurative apron strings.

No matter his filial relationship woeful
after attaining emerging adulthood

(to thee woman who birthed him),

he registered sentimental value

regarding keepsakes bequeathed

courtesy said maternal parent,

he still keeps cherished mementoes

redolent when she lived.

Call him a mama's happy go lucky boy,

whose later ambivalent feelings

tarnished, undermined and vitiated

short lived tender loving care,

which inherent human bondage

briefly vouchsafed, linkedin,

and cocooned wellbeing

regarding idyllic, kinetic, and opportunistic

rapport between parents,

got staind, suppurated, sundered, sullied...

in later years by incrimination

against being a long haired

pencil neck geek gainfully unemployed.

February twenty eighth ninety sixty eight

marked a tectonic seismic shift as moving vans

transported our household freight

to (at that time) R(ural) D(elivery) 2,

Level Road Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426,

a sprawling (summer) mansion

(pleasantly sounding estate named Glen Elm),

plus included whittled down fraction

of original Hundred Acre plus wood.

Though relocation to

above mentioned domicile

(from Lantern Lane in Audubon)
within Lower Providence School District,
approximately half dozen mile distance

between former and latter home(s),

nevertheless psyche of mine

(property of extremely introverted kid)

severely hijacked to Cuba.

Invisible to the naked eye
traumatization (courtesy

chastising and reproaching -

by fellow classmates
nsync with anorexia nervosa,
and later in life

dealt hefty figurative jab

courtesy birth parents and inlaws)

tremendously impacted yours truly
analogous to him

having moved bajillion miles away

compounded by his withdrawn demeanor

diagnosed when present

youthful looking sexagenarian

reached middle adulthood
(approximately midway present age)
as schizoid personality disorder,

thus exhibiting, jump/kick starting

and promoting obvious developmental delay

bullied courtesy nasty

not so shortish brutes,

who scapegoated and rejoiced

with hip hip hurray,

meanwhile I experienced

terrible psychological melee

escaping to safe confines of bedroom,

where I wanted to stay

for mine remaining years of life.

Retrospective review,

now approaching my doddering old age

finds me beating hasty retreat

searching for fountain of youth
over yonder near Lost Horizon I gauge

constituted more'n one cruel (cheap) trick

played on super tramping urchin,

who traipsed across virtual global stage

ensnared within webbed wide world

ofttimes spends hard earned

itty bitty social security disability wage

purchasing mega million

or powerball tickets

subsequently building

connubial and proverbial

castles in the air

incorrigible lottery dreamer

erects big plans

to relocate self and spouse
to some tropical island paradise

by the dashboard light

(the above line credited

to late musician named Meatloaf),

where pristine landscape

bubbles cold mountain spring water
and blue skies crystal clear

edenic haven closest place to heaven

I lovingly, happily,

and effusively declare.