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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 inter
personal 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 understand
ably 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!
