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Passive aggressive insubordination against establishmentarian paradigm

Bully me, yours truly 
never ordained, gifted, or blessed
with mien mean characteristic
evoking, jump/kickstarting,
representing, nor zapping
friend or foe courtesy fiery intimidation
if anything aura, charisma, dogma, and karma
emanating, issuing, and oozing out
body electric of one heretofore bookish fellow
immediately facilitates characterization
hashtagged lucubration and manifestation of quietude.

Though true agitation transparent to passersby
soul asylum of sexagenarian beleaguered
with invisible mailer daemons
that hound the psyche
of this doggone muttering bonafide wordsmith.

In argot of polymath author of these words,
(the modestly noteworthy
opportunistic, poetic Matthew Scott Harris)
essentially he describes himself
as a generic simple Simon,
who never met a pieman
his mellow outward demeanor
belies, harbors, and represses
a quaking, raging bull, and seething
tempestuous storm beneath the calm,
which faux placidity
shields a woke monster
(donned in Harris tweed and Scottish tartan)
mashing everything in his wake
courtesy huge feet
resembling puff daddy bear paws.

Though found out later in life
than most muggles
aforementioned humble
human like bipedal hominid
discovered extraordinary ability
to morph from dimwitted dork dweeb
into grim faced, frightful,
albeit gentle unassuming 
pygmy up by the petard giant extraordinaire,
which latent superpower
never served him in good stead
to ward off cruel classmates and peers
tormenting teasing taxing
terrorizing treatment til tears
trickled down my cheeks.

Every now and again,
when some nasty brutish beastly lout 
dares to utter colorful invectives,
a gradual transformation 
slowly but surely occurs 
within every baited cell
(automatically summoned, triggered, 
and unveiled courtesy a bitterly 
deadly force to be reckoned with 
deep within these lovely bones)  
witnessing sudden bravado and daring do
additionally helped along after I discretely 
chomp on powder milk biscuits
(the secret recipe only known 
to forbidding Norwegian bachelor farmers)
giving an unexpected 
judicious Hawaiian punch 
to the loathsome miscreant
(never knowing what hit him)
knocking said thug out in cold blood.

Copyright © Matthew Harris

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