Even If Yours Truly Could Repeat Every Grade

Even if yours truly could repeat every grade... Without fail, I would flunk preschool farcical scenario aside truthfully, metaphorically, emphatically resigned to life as replayed male live violent scullery maid forced to spend existence locked within veritable grotesque dragon filled dungeon paid existential dues many times over horrible nightmarish masquerade eternal punishment cruel fate refuses to trade redemption condemning freedom to fade prefiguring edge of night mental dark shadows shade purposefulness reduced trite poetry without reasonable rhyme sole recourse to vent bitter tirade black bile coursing thru at woebegone permanently delayed jollity sabotaged travesty utter ignominious parade, no surprise violent rage bubbles up inside decayed corporeal flesh, where psyche slayed fledgling inchoate willpower self destructive courtesy inherited ignoble misdeeds displayed havoc struck in utero a frayed fetus, where mutated deoxynucleic acid double helix played out flawed biological blueprint fetish, obsession, and zealot regarding straggly tangled mane salt and pepper grayed quiescent, indifferent, and ambivalent once upon a time flirted deadly escapade sought out anorexia nervosa frankly zapped, starved, and deprived critical decade destructive, imperative, and operative diabolical, inimical, and maniacal aide de camp conspiring, kickstarting, snapchatting umbilical cord strangling again allegorical besieging enfilade machine gunning, fueling, and endowing tirade erupted earlier today – 4:00 A.M. spouse, racket she made November 25th, 2019 waylaid ordinary placid quiescent ruminative... state, whereat as iterated I conveyed or tried to elaborate intense anguish thorny debacle arose filleted here at Grosse and Quade owned Schwenksville property.