Mine Slovenly Unkempt Appearance Spells Embarrassment

No rhyme nor reason why yours truly recalled how me late mother (earlier in her fitbit livingsocial years) non verbally communicated disgust (insync with audible sigh) quite often ultimatums blasting fulminating nauseating scathing well nigh she loosed loathing against grungy looking son (guess who) futilely escaped wrath of Harriet Khan clamoring upon rooftop high offering birds eye view out of earshot and eyesight aye catching sunbeams while smiling wry cowardly lion sought divine intervention  courtesy sheltering sky acres of shingles I sprawled these lovely bones did lie property of garden variety generic guy. She who helped beget and birth sole heir inheriting gamut of behavioral quirks linkedin with many predecessors, who trod, slunk, roamed... across planet Earth. Best bet said present day scribe i.e. poetic, nonesstablishmentarian, liberal, jesting, humble, freelance, dilatory bummer whose hindsight evinced a student dumber than his classmates wheedled (as targeted scapegoat) by bullies their flummer re: entrapped - worse louse than lice internalized trauma left figurative tread marks analogous to raging road runner pressing accelerator pedal of hummer driven by (an actual person) one Roger Kummerer. Despite agonizing vicious tongue lashing against flesh and blood, which venomous invisible whiplash never petered out (even when sundry bloke got married and gladly left home) abusive treatment markedly left appalling, loathing and percolating ambivalence if though mama passed away (these last seventeen plus years) wrung cash crop of poetic endeavors, albeit resultant lackluster literary crafted aspirations. Memory of mom overshadowed by similar facsimile thereof think shrieking banshee, an indelible psychological imprimatur, I strive to acknowledge emotional reverberations to date (May 27th, 2021). My trademark wordsmith fashioned communiqué impossible mission to shake off bittersweet feelings toward once (former) Arthur Murray dance instructor which fancy footwork synchronized with favorite debonair handsome young fella (papa) both flirts buoyant with elan and energy only thru death will angst become free interestingly enough hands will clap with glee.