Botched and Bungled Interpersonal Opportunities Viewed

Botched and bungled interpersonal opportunities viewed... (summarily iterated June 30th, 2020) I share the following lines with utmost delight courtesy 20/20 hindsight June twenty ninth two thousand and twenty corrigible, fallible, and intelligible light hearted fella (aging baby boomer) usually polite doth not trend toward superficial nor trite. Ostrich with wordplay (mine metaphorical putty) enjoys shape shifting rules of English language never knowing literary endeavor (mine) outcome unpredictable as wind doth form sand dune farfetch'd physique peculiarly genetically hewn no avian expert, yet sports wide whirled webbed analogous to loon yours truly at heart, an honest to dog poltroon acquired pipes, whereat ofttimes I sing out of tune. No idea when predilection arose to toy with said mother tongue frequently buzzfeeding me passion I rend toward proclivity maketh anonymous reader to doze gibberish spews gobbledygook gushing out imaginary hose frequently diverging off course pertaining to poem title which (reading between the roaring lines) here sought to delineate highs and lows regarding squandered (particularly linkedin with female) friendship opportunities aye sip pose jangling this beau zoe from head to his toes. I don't mean to engender pity excruciatingly socially withdrawn garnered alienation since birth regarding human bonds, which dearth all thru these three score years athwart planet (unfit) ness Earth pregnant around equatorial girth found yours truly figuratively tied to mother's apron string I always felt safe and secure, within home and hearth even when Scottish welcome matt yanked away by those who begot me, now in retrospect ability to muster mirth within savage dime a dozen verbal lashings (courtesy mama and papa, deceased and declining nonagenarian respectfully ironically distills their overlooked worth. Shying eye contact, I vaguely recollect Matthew Scott Harris as wee lad did disappoint way back during second grade lunch at Eagleville Elementary School, a pretty girl christened Renee (if memory serves me correctly) induced writhing and foaming incoherent sounds of silence indubitably witnessed yours truly an extremely shy boy hiding behind makeshift barrier (possibly tartan patterned lunchbox) to avoid at all costs painful penetrating piercing inducing me to look askance. As an extremely shy kid (lacking benefit of powdermilk biscuits) even briefest eye contact with lovely lass sent extreme agitation coursing thru measly frame wreaking emotional/psychological distress (visit repeated aforementioned refrain ad nauseum) recurring without letup boyhood to young adulthood, when within close proximity attractive gal froze mine functionality even with intent to exchange passing "hello." Fast forward to recent past i.e. namely second half of bleak existence angst oozed and profusely did bleed, when ability to bolster daring deed communicating amorousness awkwardly freed potential foolishness or embarrassment, I shushed inner voice of amplified reason, side stepping preservation, aye did not heed boot blurted out juvenile barenaked lady desires indeed spelling repugnance and instant ruination against fulfilling hormonal secretion need wanting to escape utter fool hardiness beating retreat (tail between legs) ruffly with hasty dog speed!