Wake To Frequent Reality I Lack Pride and Joy

Alternately titled inferiority complex since little boy oft times ponder what afterlife like beyond far horizon ahoy... No matter scarce giddiness wave did carry and buoy yours truly aloft analogous to dwell amidst hermetically sealed croft, imagining small rented farm, especially one in Scotland comprising plot of arable land attached to house, where hat o' this gentleman doffed, Thence beckoning thee to get comfortably numb nurse cocktail I doctor, ah yea with good n plenti of rum lamenting mein kampf worth ordinarily absolute zero on par with being a harmless no good bum reflecting scores of lapsed years since bing hard school of knocks alum lionizing American south antebellum, Pace of existence found one idyllic I exclaim casually sauntering along, quite welcoming if one lame especially inviting nineteenth century hamlet fictitious place name crafted within A Stop At Willoughby (think or Google twilight zone Season 1 Episode 30), where main character shed his shame, I too could easily capitulate if/when time travel will encapsulate one to journey where simply livingsocial appeared exotic and great, versus twenty first century Schwenksville specifically Highland Manor each and every resident doth insulate her/himself within four walls affixed with memories, a long gone mate similar to mine nonagenarian papa, whose spouse Harriet, a prior poem I did poetically narrate, which rancor hardened filial me obdurate considerably decreased, yet revisit loss, now jars thee noggin o' this primate smoldering resentment - a human trait did poison when mother at death's door objection to accursed disease did undulate within her cancerous kindled, riddled, wasted body joie de vivre loathsome beast could never invalid date grim reaper would not wait, her passing fourteen and half orbitz ago Withheld a hug I never gave presently wince with sorrow, yours truly never forgave himself eternal repentance within mine soul asylum as unseen knife doth engrave mine mean deprivation bajillion miles separated us unconditional love all she did crave.