Vultures preyed on my vulnerabilities
forcing me to carrion camping
as fine young cannibals
sharpened their knives
and licked their lips
while eyeing me as their naked lunch
bound and gagged
as a huge cauldron bubbled
awaiting yours truly as human sacrifice
preparatory to be boiled alive
shorn of clothes
embarrassingly in the buff
with me *** bellied gut
and spindleshanks for legs
presenting a poor excuse
and laughing stock of **** sapiens
lowering my head in resignation
as a die hard atheist
putting sudden conviction
in an all knowing divine creator
who reassuringly winked nonverbally
a handy dandy blue's clue
meaning just wing it
relying on atavistic survival instinct
playing possum to thwart rat fink.

After threescore and six bountiful years,
I learned the wicked wiles of **** sapiens
as a much quicker picker upper,
now than earlier in my life
as the fickle finger of fate veered
yours truly hither and yon, to and fro
necessitating me to apply
razor sharp wit as potent,
(albeit sometimes brittle) spears
particularly after a delayed reaction welled up
analogous to waves that rock
plowing whitecaps into piers.

As a diminutive boy
passive role of scapegoat
granted bullies carte blanche permission
to threaten me with verbal taunts
and stop just a hair's breadth short
beating the sh*t out of one scared lad,
who subdued submissively, subserviently
suddenly and deftly
adopted fetal position
as mortal blow poised to strike,
I hurriedly and subsequently
dropped down on all fours,
where miming panting
bonafide doggone friggin human
praying for immediate salvation.
 
Intimidation of badass nasty brute
heaped insult upon injury
whereby string of expletives
hurled like blackened barbs
to additional disproportionate
trademark attributes of mine
aside from being rather diminutive in size
(easily squashed courtesy
incredible hulk sporting outsize glute)
mine existence could be extinguished
and snuffed out
videre licet runt of the mill
without anyone giving a hoot
mama and papa would say
"forget the ransom cuz
he ain't worth the loot"
momentarily imagining myself
as a radical righteous leftist
being raised by a deaf mute
resembling a Doctor Zeus character
while attending regal affair
in my honor
as musicians and leader of the band
trumpeted the clarion call
initiating pomp and circumstances
as zeppelin size conductor led
electric light orchestra
donning a zoot suit.

Invisible battle scars
worn like well earned
emotional tattoos
pierced armor of soul asylum,
nevertheless gifted me
how to feign being a lunatic,
when intimidated not to crater
like totally tubular offloading,
jettisoning superfluous ballast
dumping cumbersome
Jerry Springer like baggage
analogous to primordial
third rock from the sun
birthing when the Moon formed
from a giant impact event
involving the Earth
and a Mars-sized celestial body
named Theia around 4.5 billion years ago.

This collision ejected
a massive amount of debris into space,
which then coalesced to form the Moon
regarded as the most widely accepted theory,
known as the giant impact hypothesis.