Passive aggressive insubordination against establishmentarian paradigm

Bully me, yours truly

never ordained, gifted, or blessed
with mien mean characteristic
evoking, jump/kickstarting,
representing, nor zapping
friend or foe courtesy fiery intimidation

if anything aura, charisma, dogma, and karma
emanating, issuing, and oozing out

body electric of one heretofore bookish fellow
immediately facilitates characterization
hashtagged lucubration and manifestation of quietude.

Though true agitation transparent to passersby
soul asylum of sexagenarian beleaguered
with invisible mailer daemons
that hound the psyche
of this doggone muttering bonafide wordsmith.

In argot of polymath author of these words,
(the modestly noteworthy
opportunistic, poetic Matthew Scott Harris)
essentially he describes himself
as a generic simple Simon,
who never met a pieman
his mellow outward demeanor
belies, harbors, and represses
a quaking, raging bull, and seething
tempestuous storm beneath the calm,
which faux placidity
shields a woke monster
(donned in Harris tweed and Scottish tartan)
mashing everything in his wake
courtesy huge feet
resembling puff daddy bear paws.

Though found out later in life
than most muggles

aforementioned humble

human like bipedal hominid

discovered extraordinary ability
to morph from dimwitted dork dweeb
into grim faced, frightful,

albeit gentle unassuming
pygmy up by the petard giant extraordinaire,
which latent superpower

never served him in good stead
to ward off cruel classmates and peers
tormenting teasing taxing

terrorizing treatment til tears

trickled down my cheeks.

Every now and again,
when some nasty brutish beastly lout

dares to utter colorful invectives,

a gradual transformation
slowly but surely occurs

within every baited cell

(automatically summoned, triggered,

and unveiled courtesy a bitterly

deadly force to be reckoned with

deep within these lovely bones)

witnessing sudden bravado and daring do
additionally helped along after I discretely
chomp on powder milk biscuits
(the secret recipe only known
to forbidding Norwegian bachelor farmers)
giving an unexpected
judicious Hawaiian punch
to the loathsome miscreant
(never knowing what hit him)
knocking said thug out in cold blood.