Balmy January Fourth Two Thousand Twenty

I ran than jumped high into the upper atmosphere like a young frisky buck naked and bare no matter weight of world and personal woes oppressive, yours truly shrugged, (she loves you yea... yea... yea... think Atlas) "faking" without care free, able, ready, and willing to dare daubing metrical feet into stream of consciousness (think) metaphorical earthenware placid figurative smooth as glassware reflecting mine mien mean disheveled hare reed state of body, mind and spirit long acclimated, accompanied, and accustomed with mental, physical, and spiritual malfunctions ever since birth, (or even in utero), where biological mutations did interfere easily availing self as token "scapegoat school kids did taunt and jeer futilely screeching nonetheless targeted and doomed killdeer lamely seeking safety, albeit laughable pencil necked geek longhair donned as outdated "hippie" lame excuse for cheesy mouseketeer every day of younglife (mine) wanted me "mommy dearest" near, cuz yours truly felt like kin outlier one lonely human being within alienation forever seeking salvation courtesy wing and prayer ill fitting analogous to round hole raised to accept unconventional credo, gospel (according to Matthew) mores as quare figurative peg thus revere ring boyhood, because growing up scare re: especially as undersized withdrawn tear huff eyed little lad.