The Mhs Class of '77 Chapter Two
sans to stand proud and tall
(all five and a half feet, but blunted maximum height
topped off just shy of seventy inches -
in reference to yours truly) against bullies
to this very day such emotional repercussions congeal
asper anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, panic...,
which physiological symptoms served psyche not to feel
and only of late (particularly with daily intake of about
a half doe zen pharmacological prescription medications
do check and induce schizoid personality disorder
(the diagnosis encompassing,
the gamut mental health issues) to heel
akin to a well trained service dog, which fractured
psychological state i.e. garrison to pitch and toss
upon the precarious tipping point i.e.
surpassing the tipping point,
where thy body electric doth keel,
which precarious state finds me socially awkward,
and off kilter, and maybe this chap
ought to take a page
from professional athletes facebook playbook,
and take a knee qua to kneel
hence this improvisational explanation
why yours truly felt discombobulated
to attend the recently held reunion,
now aye wanna axe something serious, and fur real,
which essentially constitutes whether
a current list of 1977 students,
who received their high school diploma
could be sent to me, whereby at least one alumni
could buffer end this contemplative, intuitive,
and pence eave guttersnipe wannabe with zeal.
hie haint gonna hold ma breath,
nor wait fir any religious chief such as allah
boot nothing ventured...blah...blah...blog...blog...
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2017
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