Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child

Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child... courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight while he took tea and crumpets within mistress's boudoir The following verses typed out some years ago, but equally pertinent and relevant to the ebb and flow of my life today, and as ye become familiar with me time and tide will tell lo' more to thee just ask me and I (a letterman) will show. After viewing Netflix documentary life after death portraying instances where subject(s) pronounced courtesy words one rapt listener doth most fearfully dread according to metrics regarding absent heartbeat and absolute zero brain activity, yet after span of countless minutes came back into the realm of consciousness methinks mebbe mourning one grateful dead premature ejaculation er utterance superfluous and no longer acceptable analogous to gasoline without lead or also on par with emotional immaturity still leaving psychological repercussions bombarding the inside of mein head admittance being immature since taught me delicate diplomacy of relationships which deprivation of healthy linkedin heterosexual rapport bred hunger to appease libidinal longings tugging, pulsating, jumpstarting the loins. Nsync with variations on said theme: various and sundry pseudo lurid fictitious escapades reduced as common erotic meme mostly I did merrily wet whet aye ever did dream.) The missus personal trappings strewn helter skelter every perilous step fraught with danger analogous riding as passenger with death cab for cutie 'course thy Queen of denial feigns ignorance attributes hazardous condition linkedin with accident prone little Lord Fauntleroy's double doppelganger, me trumpeting pet husband, her unrequited germane Liebchen willing to risk life and limb doting hand and foot as proper husbandly duties. He (ahem... me) exhibits drama whimsically visiting slapstick pantomime especially pretending to remove sneakers pulling with all my feeble strength off little feet of wife half-heartedly struggling, lamely denouncing marriage nevertheless conveying jollity regarding marital entrapment er... rather unbridled wedded bliss constituting fits and starts enduring about two dozen years. I reciprocated amorousness, whether toward MaryAnne, (his long ago coldly dismissed sagacious enchanting first paramour, (half a dozen years my senior), whose astrological forecast accurately predicted promising acquaintanceship/relationship potential soul mates (approximately two plus four score years ago - gone to naught), which latter aforementioned humble lass decried he fomented incessant emotional grief, he cruelly (albeit unwittingly) doled out nothing but lackluster lovelessness attributed to identical zodiac signs (Capricorn) (matter of fact shared same birth date January 13th - six years age difference) stubborn misconstrued perception, whereby fancy free and footloose selfish nasty short brute nevertheless deemed himself loutish undeserving of love - humph! Addeneum: Approximately four decades re: one quarter century after aforementioned baptismal initiation love stricken paroxysm forty fifth president of United States took (i.e. plagiarized) many pages courtesy, cruel playbook authored by fella pseudonym self named Jane A. Rug, who left trail of heartbroken sage woman commander in chief deliberately stoked, née sparked long simmering smoldering, and stewing long festering white supremacist altercation fiendishly igniting racial conflagration exploding during late spring 2020. No matter no child left behind kibitzing (yours truly as boy plucked petals off daisy reciting "she loves me," "she loves me not"... cupid loosed an arrow into boyhood neighborhood sweetheart she innocently bespoke "I wanna marry you," when uttered courtesy Sherry Jones, a little girl who lived approximately three doors down along cul-de-sac within Apple Valley perpendicular to Lantern Lane, or more age apropos, when young gallivanting purported vestal virgin ladies nonverbally signalled libidinal proclamations of emancipation, as demurely expressed lest unlucky (chaste into) precocious phallic proclivity suffered the punishment of being buried alive. Now back to present day, when our old geezer, the prototype garden variety male of present poem - any resemblance between general referenced fella and living persons purely coincidental. He (yours truly) easily qualified as overly cocky whippersnapper, i.e. young buck and/or Casanova wannabe experienced bit torrent hormonal secretions gushed particularly in close proximity wherein wafted pheromones - think a waif faring ingénue. As evident and quite obvious, I fabricate (prevaricating my signature trademark) rather than stating bland reality stark, yet will plainly explain issue in summary essential rhyme without reason constitutes nothing more spectacular than garden variety generic pockmark excised pustule ofttimes hallmark of teenage/ pubescent pimply benchmark.