Self Esteem Buoys This Rome'n LIX Spittle Beastie Boy

Whether virtual or actual paths cross,

aye great thee ahoy

no fear Mademoiselle or Monsieur,

thy harried style haint cloy

rather, when embarking

on introductory acquaintance

ship, aye employ

swiftly tailored indistinguishable,

asper this wordsmith mebbe goy

or Jew, yet genealogically

thine Semitic lineage,

unknown descendants begat,

one generation after

stitched another thread,

whence warp and woof, sans dat

(moth eaten tattered wool worth

coat of arms), twas slim and/or fat

chance biologic dice throw

adumbrated me Matt,

a skinny, quirky,

and nerdy kid, who sat

alone during lunchtime

at school pained, plagued,

and pronounced with extreme,

where introversion didst agitate

chronic state of misery being alive

immobilized, hogtied, and forfeited

natural predilection

to discover and create

heterosexual relationships,

viz interpersonal experiences

re: raison to date

initial intimate rapport

(anxiety fraught) fate

full situation with a gal

giving her good grief great

(yes, twas Maryann Sage),

who understandably became irate

predicated on lack

of mine demonstrative affection

quickly becoming an unsuitable mate

though now in retrospect

(hindsight always 20/20)

a sudden resurgent spate

finds remembrance of things passed

(with her) engendering

cerebral tete a tete

rankling memories,

hence for death aye cannot wait!