Aye Go Gaga
Hey Play boy bunny,
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Are you tired looking for real dating partner like me
whelp...probably nada worth yar while spending precious
time frittering away re:
ding tha following mish mash literary mush - we
ving, and bobbing, which iz meaningless mum bo pap agree?
(▒)(♥)(▒)
This poker face mwm 4 bad romance gamboling hall
ideal to suit up for a fun virtual cat and mouse chase
myopic eyes stare intently into cyberspace
folk kiss sing song snap chat ting
mine eyes fixated b4 ur image seconds erase
with an exclamation of eureka a ha -
u look familiar at least yar face
mebbe we both lived during same time centuries ago, eh
perhaps in adjoining caves some place
and/or dashed off the starting line of tha human race.
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this yo dull ling josh hing glute max a mess aye n us
tooting ring ding oof a max i mus drake
haint named Bruce
boot ah do like the taste of cous cous
what the deuce
as i goose
whereby bull winkle the moose
n Natasha the squirrel plus otter creatures tink i lack mental juice
er purr haps goot a ***** loose
right duh gray matter of dis knit wit, the "infamous" they noose
sum hmm iz amiss from indigent guy lugged in papoose
cob bulled with whirled wide web
peppered with rotten green tomatoes -
prompting n immediate VAMOOSE
& find my rye ming ting ab
solute zero in chime with zee cuckoo
ready to call doktor demento ore Zeus.
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thus, this friendship introduction
will mutual ideally nada blow
based on ma unseen essence of body, mind
& soul more so than dough
i.e. money, which tends tubby superficial criteria
viz assess worthiness to flow
toward greater comprehension akin to garden
requires one 2 **** din ***
thus, this common non sloppy joe
maw owl ease keeps tim self i.e. ya know
a contemplative sort & writes ha low
crossing fingers immediate aversion arises,
yet an emphatic "no"
toward me would be taken in stride per this poe
it, whose ability finds comfort within simple pleasures
of life while invisible one that doth row
this creaky human vessel occasionally
calls out for big tow.
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mebbe as a d liver e purse son
2 supplement social security income
(this disability 4 generalized anxiety)
within me gray matter doth lay.
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although (mentioned for noah particular rhyme nor reason)
of heterosexual tendencies, my inner sanctum affected
by unkind actions towards those,
who (by choice, genetics, fondness,
or environment) steer clear of the madding crowdsource
who (as a rather skinny diminutive boy - and average emasculating
asia meister wordsmith) experienced constant taunts.
no matter that me very late mother (who passed away from
ovarian cancer some decade plus two years ago) encouraged me to
give the bullies a WHAT FOR (in that era kids could pummel
without reprisal), but fear kept me back,
viz the brutish nasty monsters zeroed
on countless vulnerabilities such as being affected with blatant
nasal tone when talking, extremely shy,
and undersized physique honed - fallacy
sensitivity to others differently abe bulled
or others, who hapt to be fair
game sans being gay or lesbian for instance.
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can be accurately ascertained, this archetypal nonestablishmentarian
introspective individual attempts to affect exultant image
with words my (ahem) pen ultimate aim.
yet all the while trying
to steer clear enduring wagging virtual finger in blame
neither at this fellow via x 'cept able dame
chance circumstances of existence akin to being frozen
in some space/time paradigms frame
attempting extricating ourselves a lifelong game
which message offered in poem rather lame.
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email moi, which means
applying cerebral muscles 2 flex
fire off a brief bull a tin
or mebbe u wanna drop me a lion by zoo
per doo purr postal service, si from you.
Okay.
(▒)(♥)(▒) - pose crypt:
death tomb he iz a permanent good bye
though, when me mum passed i only did cry
for about one week - cuz resentment did not die
within me, yet toward me octogenarian widower dad
who during tumultuous prepubescence a fie
re: cold war raged,
which deprived "dad" tune oh his guy
now grown (with two adult daughters) says "hi"
allows emotional connection, cuz - lesson learned late -
need to communicate sentiments today, lest they lie
dormant, and return with a vengeance after grim reaper
doth exuberantly and well nigh
whisk a family member, friend, neighbor...away on the sly
thus - even if the wording nada so perfect, the effort to express
heartfelt feelings well worth a try
thus, every mortal shares this bitter irony of life
forever asking being born only to pass away
(vis a vis via whatever faith) why...?
