Self Portrait
-I have a dilapidate imagination,
-My mental improprieties describe my intense self-incrimination.
-The accused are my thoughts and mind.
-The truly faulted is my behavior, unrefined.
-I am undefined.
-Because my self-interpretations are blind.
-There is no way to explain nor describe who, what, or when I may or may not be.
-For all anyone knows, I'm the branches of a sweet pudding pine tree.
-And so you're aware of it,
-I feel I must declare it,
-That I simply cannot bare it,
-When I hear the letter p, I must stare at it.
-And get the urge just to say,
-"Punctual porcupines peruse, penalize, and pester preposterously perfunctory parrots,"
-However, saying it aloud, I wouldn't dare it.
-But I kind of just did, contradicting, deserving of merits.
-Now leap into my thinking box,
-I swear, not another paradox.
-In here, there are no working clocks.
-No need for a watch.
-No need for anything of any kind,
-I am a prisoner of my own mind.
-Occasionally going to conjugal visits with myself.
-Me, her, and I really need help.
-Twisted mental health,
-Manically creating my own intellectual wealth.
-Check out my nerdy ninja stealth
-Sounds like "Laughter, yip-yap, squeak, and yelp,"
-Now, I can waste much more time.
-I seem plentiful in rhyme.
-However, you asked for a self portrait, so that topic I will try to pursue.
-But I don't really know what or who to introduce, do you?
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