A Bonanza Of Opportunities Went Up In Gun-Smoke

rew4er2nail

As if in a decades long

somnambulant trance

for majority of years

I finally awoke,

three score minus

one orbitz tracked 'round el sol

by this human drone,

a custom made incognito

stitched while in utero

yeah... my birthday suit mask

disguised this bloke

yet plainly visible, aye donned

a permanent cloak

always fitted me skin

tight easily permitting

ingress and egress okey doak

majority of mein kempf

ambivalent about (no...no...no...

despised) self as

apathetic behavior did evoke,

yet slip out from

under the Harris tweed,

Scottish door Matt,

parental tender caring folk

 

now, such indifference,

whether dead or alive,

tummy this thinking haint write

especially nearing quotidian,

the terminus twilight

of existential parabola

fifty nine submucous cleft palate

nasal note more'n slight

chalked up to biochemically, right

hermetically, and neurologically quite,

though not profoundly disabled,

a riddled quirky

psycho-social plight,

(cultivating an unhealthy

absent self esteem inferior complex)

I exhibited half

hearted feeble feints

to muster willpower morning till night

oft times nobody home,

and nary boot faint light

doth shine on me

(feeling comfortably numb),

a puny white knight er

rather pawn on chess

 

board of life with 20/20 insight

while standing at a paltry

just shy of seventy

two inches in height

shortchanging latitudinal longitudinal

maximum parameters to attain

but more critically, detrimentally,

emotionally constitutes current bane

 

analogous to Atlas

hold the world

did more than force him to crane

his neck, but imposed

a global estuarial drain

as all the seven seas underwent

gravitational pull that's

the best aye can explain

 

oh...but such fiction a mythological sling

shot across the bow civilization

the metaphorical resonance

pertains to me, and doth ring

real asper millstone over bearing

worth repeating here,

no matter mentioned in previous poems

bitterness of mine despairingly cathartically airing.

 

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2018 00:46
  • Category: Fable
  • Views: 15
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