My doppelganger ranks as the criminally insane prodigal son
"Criminally insane" is an informal term for someone found not guilty of a crime due to a mental disease or defect at the time of the offense, meaning they lacked the mental capacity to understand their actions were wrong or to control them. This legal concept, also known as an insanity defense, varies by jurisdiction but generally requires the defendant to have a severe mental impairment that prevented them from having the required "guilty mind" (mens rea).
My doppelganger ranks as the criminally insane prodigal son
thank dog, I never spent time in a mental ward
hyperbole utilized for sole purpose
of my loving and undying devotion,
nor could yours even imagine
when conjectured explored
of fictitious stanzas,
such a ridiculous and far fetched notion.
just for the hypothetical
scenario of this digitally folded,
mutilated and spindled quatrain
their sole son always appeared singularly wired,
(and said singular male heir) criminally insane
both parents of mine
met their demise and expired.
yet their invisible presence forever and anon
infiltrates mine subconscious during deep sleep
who trumpets these lines,
years since they both be gone
out of the grave their lovely bones
would rattle and hum,
who no longer doth weep.
I write virtually tongue in cheek
gallows humor about
grateful dead father and mother
once upon a time
yours truly a pencil necked geek
once upon same time mad as a hatter
toward them cause
they never gave me a brother.
misunderstandings there happened to be quite a few
foremost ofttimes raging against me
about getting a job
completely baffled and irate
with their emotionally afflicted adult son
with nary a handy dandy blues clue
threatening with one ultimatum after another to wit:
staying in my bedroom,
where I imagined myself to be a heart-throb.
in reality a friendless boy,
then adolescent, and later in life a no where man
imagining quaffing draught videre licet
an electric kool aid acid test and passive resistor,
who daily day dreamt
about being abducted
by aliens flash in the pan
to escape an untenable reality
envying my younger sister.
whose fancy free
and foot loose modus operandi
she aced all classes
both in high school and college at Antioch
to date witnessed her to date being a globe trotter,
who met and eventually married a counterpart
she met at Young's Regency,
a roller skating rink he's nick named Andy,
who regularly drove to Yellowsprings, Ohio
from Southeastern Montgomery County,
Pennsylvania, which place
ain't exactly around the block.
meanwhile, I whiled precious time away
feigning seeking employment,
but actually reading
on the roof of boyhood house,
or sought seclusion at a nearby park
envisioning existence as Huckleberry Finn,
when in reality days of my life
as the webbed wide world turned
rank culled as passé.
a more relevant fantasy
finds me comfortably ensconced
in tree house squirreled away
acknowledged as poet laureate
living loving writing for money
which in conjunction
with social security disability
helps me get out of debt
impecunious no more
and being sought out
to collaborate with Bad Bugs Bunny.
Who asks the rhetorical question
what's up doc?
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Matthew Harris
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