Incomplete Metamorphosis of Distilled Adolescent

Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent... therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why? Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, and mortally wounded prepubescent, I consider myself analogously buttressed, cocooned, garrisoned (for bing keeler), hardened, insulated, where cell baited jumping frog o' Montgomery County ne'er went leaving larvae stage, now no divine providential power can assuage, yours truly metaphorically locked within invisible iron bound cage every occasion to shower validates steep wage permanently doled out, yet tis futile to rage against this human machine i.e. body dielectric rampage clocking three scored orbitz chronological gauge forever fixed feigned fodder, when unlived uber story of mein kampf writ faint chicken scratch final page gin hated anorexic regressive toddling cribbage deadly game of mine Life pampered post infancy attended Aladdin (a lad in) his hermitage late childhood marriage with grim reaper as coefficient co-inhabitant feasting emaciated lovely bones verily scrawny, puny, and nerdy, yea easy to lyft courtesy lost livingsocial scrimmage trademark spindleshanks - stagnant embarrassingly useless two legged equipage at childhood's end..., me skinny package then weighing, eh no more'n half dozen stone, these days when undressing to wash forced to espy physical *****sapiens wreckage constant visual reminder this spare rankled, stunted, tendered ship of state, yours truly nah oh sage enlightenment gleaned i.e. 20/20 hindsight kickstarted quickened, leveraged, mortgaged..., principly unbalanced worthiness anatomical disparity impossible mission to salvage accounting rent permanently askew fixed APR rendered amortization sabotage irreversible penalty suffrage escaping serfdom volunteering self as webbed vassalage til death do me part. Subsequently, his female persona pacified, but Willy Wonka who could offer the golden ticket to the chocolate factory (and provide restitution to mine childhood, whereat I could select the road not taken setting me on a course to healthy maturation of body, mind, and spirit) honest to dog housed somewhere in Philly within himself aptly, coed gently, optimally, suitably, verily, wonderfully called Anna Milly, which readership reception might surprisingly please Billy me not intended tubby icy cold nor chilly... After chugging, guzzling, sipping, quaffing... wine bitter to this teetotaling (pharmacological medication dependent) tongue as quinine undoubtedly equally unpalatable getting pricked with rusty nine inch nails, (thank you Trent Reznor) analogous to being crucified (been there done that) inebriated self actualization regarding mine mental clarity crossed figurative thin blue line abnormality dawned inside fifty shades of gray matter marinated these long years in brine, which realization bubbled, fizzled, nudged, plastered, eventually spurred bile lent reflux in short shrift generating poem without rhyme, reason, but essentially drivel concocted blimy verse unarguably asinine. Just bear with me and swallow this poetic bunk, no matter (ah mint) absolute zero vodka drunk, nor other alcoholic beverage (amber liquid of the dog gods) downed, despite feeling in deep purple funk cuz that would wreak havoc courtesy grapes of wrath fermented gunk very little liquor necessary to plaster laughingstock (sand thrown in these myopic eyes) by any best buy, garden variety, home depot hunk treating me like unwanted, outdated, and housed née cooped (with toys in the attic) junk enshrouded himself covered with dust evokes monk. Quickly, mostly easily forgotten about elapse of time promoted doubt regarding, weekday, month, year... and purposeless either to twist or shout cuz pervasive fishy developmental gill tee subservience deeply affected him while trout fishing in America.