Roman a Clef Tragicomedy

Roman à clef tragicomedy... overlaid with façade of fiction = Mein Kampf No need for yours truly to dig deep, (albeit bonafide figuratively) by Dickens thru mine Uriah Heep, a gnarled mass creep ping, comprising, encompassing, glomming abysmal existence strewn with hard times, such that I wanna leap out this metaphorical bleak house, a black hole in the wall swallowing i.e. disallowing any peep ordinarily yawping, proliferating, flirting... now fumfering lamely issued by keep ping low profile super tramping cheap trickster, our mutual friend Matthew Scott Harris, where lack of functioning heating unit (think male organ if ye will) upended, rendered, discombobulated... scrappy body electric hominid to experience quality sleep. Principal reason I write to balance and aright unexpected largesse (thank you dad), where eyes suddenly got bright and bushy tail incessantly wagged day and night, a sensible palliative temporarily eased penury plight, which cash equivalent, viz four Benjamins alleviated quite helpful thwarting necessity to fight off bill collectors brandishing armstrong lance's compelling me to summon black knight in shining armor lodged within white castle amidst prickly bishop obviously one prone easily to excite amusing little lord Fauntleroy groomed as heir to throne, enthusiasm since his birth did ignite (Aesop pose) storybook life, where fanciful elation did take flight buzzfeeding, droning, feasting on par with Mister Bumble bee in flight sweet nectar amidst lilies of the field analogous to stripling Adam - fine lad eve vent chilly seeking delight. Ah to gather rose while ye may tis futile wishful thinking, now at mine three score orbitz round sun, which libido far out at bay prurient predilections once spawn time wracked to lay waste vestal virgin such as... Little Dorrit, now... raging hormones stagnant clay hardened, atrophied, eutrophied, jackknifed limp bizkit long bereft testy tickle yar seaman quizzical, slack jawed, and sullen at deserted abandoned cobwebbed quay ignored do not enter, keep out, private property signals desiccated, no place for Peter to take holiday barring ingress to ply skin flute amidst hollerin hootenanny, perhaps convincingly explaining welcoming Voldemort without delay.