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?