Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent...

therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why?

Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered,

and mortally wounded prepubescent,

I consider myself
analogously buttressed, cocooned,
garrisoned (for bing keeler),
hardened, insulated,
where cell baited jumping frog
o' Montgomery County ne'er
went leaving larvae stage,

now no divine providential
power can assuage,

yours truly metaphorically locked
within invisible iron bound cage

every occasion to shower
validates steep wage

permanently doled out,
yet tis futile to rage
against this human machine
i.e. body dielectric rampage
clocking three scored

orbitz chronological gauge

forever fixed feigned fodder,
when unlived uber story
of mein kampf writ faint
chicken scratch final page

gin hated anorexic
regressive toddling cribbage

deadly game of mine Life pampered

post infancy attended

Aladdin (a lad in) his hermitage
late childhood marriage

with grim reaper as
coefficient co-inhabitant

feasting emaciated lovely bones

verily scrawny, puny, and
nerdy, yea easy to lyft

courtesy lost livingsocial scrimmage

trademark spindleshanks -

stagnant embarrassingly useless
two legged equipage
at childhood's end...,
me skinny package then
weighing, eh no
more'n half dozen stone,

these days when
undressing to wash
forced to espy physical

Homo sapiens wreckage

constant visual reminder

this spare rankled, stunted,

tendered ship of state,
yours truly nah oh sage

enlightenment gleaned i.e.
20/20 hindsight kickstarted
quickened, leveraged, mortgaged...,

principly unbalanced worthiness

anatomical disparity

impossible mission to salvage

accounting rent permanently askew
fixed APR rendered
amortization sabotage

irreversible penalty suffrage

escaping serfdom volunteering
self as webbed vassalage

til death do me part.

Subsequently, his female
persona pacified, but Willy
Wonka who could offer

the golden ticket

to the chocolate factory

(and provide restitution

to mine childhood,

whereat I could select

the road not taken

setting me on a course

to healthy maturation

of body, mind, and spirit)

honest to dog housed
somewhere in Philly
within himself aptly,
coed gently, optimally,
suitably, verily, wonderfully
called Anna Milly,

which readership reception
might surprisingly please Billy
me not intended tubby
icy cold nor chilly...

After chugging, guzzling,
sipping, quaffing... wine

bitter to this teetotaling
(pharmacological medication dependent)
tongue as quinine

undoubtedly equally unpalatable
getting pricked with rusty nine
inch nails, (thank you
Trent Reznor) analogous
to being crucified
(been there done that)

inebriated self actualization
regarding mine

mental clarity crossed

figurative thin blue line

abnormality dawned
inside fifty shades
of gray matter marinated
these long years in brine,

which realization bubbled,
fizzled, nudged, plastered,
eventually spurred
bile lent reflux

in short shrift
generating poem without
rhyme, reason, but
essentially drivel concocted
blimy verse unarguably asinine.

Just bear with me and

swallow this poetic bunk,

no matter (ah mint) absolute
zero vodka drunk,

nor other alcoholic beverage
(amber liquid of
the dog gods) downed,
despite feeling in
deep purple funk

cuz that would wreak havoc
courtesy grapes of

wrath fermented gunk

very little liquor necessary
to plaster laughingstock
(sand thrown in these myopic eyes)
by any best buy, garden variety,
home depot hunk
treating me like
unwanted, outdated, and housed
née cooped (with toys in the attic) junk

enshrouded himself covered
with dust evokes monk.

Quickly, mostly easily forgotten about

elapse of time promoted doubt

regarding, weekday, month, year...
and purposeless either
to twist or shout
cuz pervasive fishy developmental
gill tee subservience deeply
affected him while
trout fishing in America.