A Bonanza of Opportunities Went Up In Gun Smoke

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.