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Feb 2018
numerous series
   of unfortunate events didst abound
populating unpleasant
   when i attended public school
   (lower providence district)
   being token punching bag

   nearly getting creamed
   via faux pas who gleefully clowned
serving as convenient scape goat de jure,
   within insults drowned

silence of this lamb basted bleating heart liberal,
   whose nonestablishmentarian stance
   (albeit hermetically sealing self)
   where bullies found
ideal target, this passively quiet student -
   those meanies did hound

epitomized via feeble
   literary endeavors attempting
   to capture memories
   housed in memory mound

within this aging noggin, which anger
   sometimes surfaces finding urge to pound
the st out of those åh*s
   who (when in a pickle) thrived on my dill

   hem ma relishing
   dishing out a threatening round
with a deserving swift tailored kick
   or punch their snout

   as just desserts regarding
   arrogant *** a nine jibes so sound
   all pent up fury would uncoil
   like a taut spring that buck aim unwound.

my withdrawn mien served
   perfect appetite for destruction vis a vis zztop
   talking heads' motley crue
   many hardships that occurred upon
   boarding the bus

   thence becoming another brick in the wall
arose from deep-seated psychological difficulties
   to cope with academic rigors and deadlines due
   which mortified this then lad
   to procrastinate and stall

thus inducing gnawing anxiety,
   which within my psyche grew
   swallowing my entire spirit
   within invisible whirled
   wide web that did maul

that je nais sais quois bon vivant desire
   to be alive thus panic did fester and stew
   eventually leading down a slippery
   emotionally devastating course
   where will power did fall

teasing fantasy with suicide and nostalgic
   for a real or imagined childhood lost i did rue
   trying to stave off grown (via starvation),
   when psychiatrist
   my late mum and pop (sic) call.
Written by
matthew scott harris  64/M/schwenksville, penna
(64/M/schwenksville, penna)   
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   Heart of Silver
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