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Although yours truly modest,
     the only personal issue
     I will lightly boast about
constitutes lingering
self worthlessness bred
if not prior to first grade,
     than most definitely incipient,
academic deadlines

loomed large with dread
and exacerbated by procrastination
     quickly adopted as linchpin
damned obsessive compulsive
currents (i.e. thoughts) fed
modus operandi, which intricate
schema writ over lifetime invisible
within this talking head

who ironically enough
never uttered a beep
engendered from lack
     of confidence, esteem,
     somehow worthlessness,
     insignificance,
     emasculation, et cetera
took root, and didst leap

(axon to neuron)
and said mindset did seep
percolating into every nook,
     and cranny comprising
     aging shades, transformed
gray matter, sans this
beatle browed bummer, a deep
purple, though easily mistaken

for minuscule Uriah Heap,
or perhaps, ewe might notice,
(albeit while in a sheep
push disposition) similarities
between mine fist
sized thinker, and another creep
pee totally tubular Charles Dickens
     character, or maybe

     even a commercial
     for nano bot sized jeep
grand Cherokee keep
up a moderate clip despite,
and/or because I
oft times feel a light
buzz sensation within me quite
average gummed up noggin

     jammed numb skull,
     (essentially barren aged
     teenage wasteland recently
undergoing gentrification),
(yeah how really) excite
ting, a no brainer fright
fully glommed with peevish
gobbledygook plus worthless,

obsolete, and crammed academic right
hand busily twiddling, scribbling,
     and sloppily drafting
     error riddled assignments
deliberately failing heavily
marked with bright
colors adding oomph
to mental blight

punctuated by
     attaining puny height
(...oh, about seventy inches),
     nonetheless, my slight
physique and mute quiet
     as a mouse, I might
as well hove been a stand in
     for Charlie Brown right

down to the tree eating kite
good grief - never an ending fight
with Lucy, hence now this knight
in rusty armor forever
     disparaged his might
and attests to
     20/20 hind sight!
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