Decades since frittering like - yule
ne'er believe me, boot true
lee, I wreck clues lee wasted
my life lock, stock, and barrel
as if there **** no tomorrow,
this skein knee boy didst spool
away youth like some drool
ling doggone motley fool
while mutely dumbfounded taking -
as undeclared seriously gruel
ling studious favorite pursuit - duel
major space and time, believing
them tubby (out
of this world), and cool,
yet unbeknownst tummy then
more precious than any jewel,
hence this faux Einstein,
who got pool
lightly dubbed"the quietest
student", albeit still
underhandedly cuffed and cruel
moniker, nonetheless wool
worth being spot on,
though when within comfort
of home aye
yak act did mule
lush, non provoke'n, neither tool
ling with smoke'n,
funny ****, but more specifically
class (sic) self serving
as token passive non rule
breaker counted among
mysterious as Lemuel
unlike hundreds of
other rowdy seniors
constituting the nineteen
seventy seven graduating class
of Methacton High School,
this now mooch older non "Warrior"
(alma mater mascot) alumni -
of late more astute,
(yea rather boyish looking edging
into age bracket,
viz ranked as ole coot)
far to late for
me or any brute
to gather rose buds,
fat and/or slim
chance i.e. remote
while I may in my dreams
play Mozart's Magic flute
at this late stage of life,
no harvested crop yield,
nor any sown
healthy product rendered moot
('cept tantamount to rotten
tomatoes and fruit)
all, cuz your truly
did not give a hoot
'bout his future,
later when the
requisite need for loot
would be absolutely necessary,
not necessarily to buy
a fine gold spun suit,
but more so to be financially
(non bombastically, egotistically,
nor inimitably) to toot
my own (baritone)
horn, no any which
ways appearing snoot
**** (more likely absent minded,
versus trying tubby astute),
no matter this myopic googly eyed
non-boastful logophile,
these days (lives duet
tough lee hand to mouth
existence) nearly destitute
his whole pro Lix life,
witnessed, and flaunted
(reed dit as) inked badge,
(regardless getting promoted,
but nearly failing every grade),
and ambivalent toward
dismal poor performance report cards
testament toward tummy
severely lacking ambition,
while analogously forced
to climb hemp fat tick rungs
jute dish shuss academic ladder,
no matter rope burns
squarely didst root
moost unfavorable outcome
to this wimp who mouthed
pop eyed expletive
conveying "oh chute",
whose then palm (olive)
oiled pilot size glute
more accurately boot
found me poor *** promoted
to higher baby boomer chair
despite favorably portentous signs
tubby potential vagrant,
who would lack self reliance,
nor give a hoot
to stitch survivalist parachute.
