(a true “FAKE” story
how Mein Kampf - chill as hoary
frost – and totaling lacking glory.)

A woeful disgraceful
cautionary tale stitched
     from the barest thread
harkens back half life
     of yours truly
     comprising a few decades
     in the pluperfect past,
     when this husband newlywed

living hand to mouth,
     when thy wife and me
     occupied mine boyhood abode
     sharing one kid size bed,
though dwelling under
     same roof as parents,
     this "pariah" did dread,
cuz prior to getting married

     most every day
     found me loathing mandates,
     yet never fled
duet hoo bing
     cowardly, yours truly
     blithely endured pa
     rant till fulminations,
     and litany of"hateful"

     broadsides at my head
minor misfortune, sans scant
     details barely one
     measly paragraph
     tenuously stretched,
     thus (with all manner
     of dogspeed, I fetched
     kvetched against restricted

     poetic licensed finesse)
     to complete
     at least one
     page (OpenOffice)    
     word document spread
attempting to convey penury,
but nonetheless I
     consider meself

     if nothing else
     blue tiff lee well red
irrelevant to stand in good stead,
and pertaining to
     profession of thespian,
never found me professionally
     acting out a scene
neither did I glean,

nor memorized
     scripts, thy counter
     with applying literary mien
super ***** ping cheap tricks
     to convince skeptical readers
"Quod Erat Demonstrandum"
just show up on opening night
when mine break

     out character lean
on words since being "green"
behind ears of corn lean
refulgent klieg lights
     will shine a light
     asthma pantomime
     dramatics mean
business and take

     thumb page from playbook
     portray me as
     superb drag queen
when "lights", "camera,"
     and "action" called
     debut appearance
     with stellar broadcasts
     in every magazine!