7200
While rifling
thru out
dated writing,
which virtual
thumbing
wrought non
deadly chancre
“FAKE” blister
(long thee
envy o' this
wordy mister
a reference
to mine
youngest sister
prior tuff
fall lout
dynamic
emotional
frenzied
analogous
rapacious
seditious
tempestous
twister)
Tis hospitality
of yar behalf
to league
gal lee
tender our
lovely daughter
begat in
part by meself,
whose punctured
psyche doth chaff
at mine severe
prepubescent
short comings,
which
trajectory
of teen years,
a downward
line on spiro
(Agnew)
graph
which
deprivations
well nigh
finds a
civil war
raging
against
one half of
ma being
(Oh Henry),
a Harris son,
who these days
genuinely
tries his
Level best
at lighter side
of life to laugh
comedy
of errors, boot
haunting
visions visit
Twelfth Night
figuratively
brow beat
like an unseen
dis staff.
glad that
Shana (thee
darling daughter
afflicted with
cognitive
development
entailing
homebased
intervention)
wince
she blossomed
into
a beautiful
young lady,
now under
Dunning aegis
(bonanza) since
emotionally
stable,
and quiet
on western
(Bend,
Oregon)
front, rinse
sing with
yar incredible
credit karma,
her existence
Quince
sud dental
(juiced teething),
living
with papa,
would mount
to a travesty,
sham,
mockery...
if superficial
only perp
pull reigning
“FAKE” Prince
likely to
barrel within
outward
bound mince
meted Main
Liners along
here built
“mini mansion”
homes
NOT bedecked
with chintz at 724
west railroad
avenue
(previous address
of this bummer)
anyway, should
ill fate befall
like an
overstuffed
blintz
if this king
Lear Rick Hill
wannabe meets
fatal doom,
thy "mother
abby" would
get panic
stricken (rue
wing my loss)
if grim repear
came for
das scribe
as skew
ward poem
attempted
to infer, now
circling back
to your queue
ped ditty
linkedin with
aforementioned
poppycock
poo poo
merely a
hypothetical
premise
aye drew
if my
unexpected
demise
took place
husbanding
half a
motley crue
(ideally such
unexpected
tragedy
ideally tubby
quick and
painless)
without war
ning, via
internal
bombardier
in tandem
with luft waffe.
Sorry for
rather
somber tone -
but this
psychological
state
of yo dough
less bro
affected by
his reading,
autobiography
coup (now, no
idea titled tract)
d’état of
Abraham Lincoln -
the author
drew my
rapt attention
(american history
strong interest) –
whereby
past, present
n near fee
var few
chore
wrenched
with both
prized progeny
persevering
(as they should)
a path to hew
of their
own making,
which steps
toward emancipation
(worthy
proclamation)
for gentile
or Jew,
these kindred
(chromosomal
byproducts
from countless
chanced genetic
dice throws)
perhaps n
uncle or aunt
a bit loo
knee, per
chance dna
housed new
bile queen
of the nile,
where (August)
Caesar
didst hotly pursue
anyway....
yes, lives of
deux darling
daughters
un wii ting lee
triggered
flashback,
when self
worth
equaled zero
tricked,
replayed,
and generated
mine horror
silent film
to rewind
at nadir total
fall out,
when anorexia
nervosa did stew
underscore ring
(four decades
plus…) true
value of this
moment colliding
with elapsing
squandered
youth in
rear view
mirror,
unseen only
by ma
doppelganger,
I now close
with whew!
