after pros and cons discussed
with six grade speech pathologist, she weighed
in favor, to launch stealth offensive
spring time surprise raid,
which faux analogous military show of force,
no picnic nor hit parade
though undeniably,
unequivocally, and unquestionably
earned the unflagging necessary
parental consent okayed,
whose unconditional love for welfare
of this sundered son obvious
nasal twang genetic mutation made
constituting said congenital defect
identified as sub
mucous cleft palate, which laid
waste thine boyhood psyche
teased, thwacked, and
tormented, skewered, and frayed,
which exacerbated introverted
strongly dominant behavioral trait,
thus hermetically sealed convenient
modus operandi spelled E+V+A+D+E
the madding crowd at all costs,
(hence quickly felt lured
to an emotional brink)
thus from the fountain of death,
I wanted to drink
versus putting up my measly
(not so hazardous) dukes
knocking out cold, every rat fink
though this scaredy pants chose passivity
from classmates, a tacit ticket to yawl
to deliver sucker punches
(as iz the wont of mean kids),
and evoking evoking a
not so shabby (nee convincing)
impression of a stone wall
albeit rather small
since diminutive slight build another up pall
ling (albeit) physical characteristic suffering offal
bouts of bullying, and sought refuge
imagining dragons
to beat up punks and maul
every grimacing, leering, questing
monster lurking to brandish brass knuckles
upon turning down this, that,
or another dimly lit hall
in part, cuz zam ma pinched
onrush of air thru my button nose, a drawl
dangling as perfect prime call
ling card, when only within pendulum
swinging in pit of tummy
did a horrendous brawl
ensue, yet this haint all
aye wanna write, originally to explain savior
in the guise of speech pathologist's aid
introduced tummy upon entering sixth grade
whose intervention laid
precedent to exercise muscles
along inner neck, and played
what appeared as senseless games,
plus navigating, regulating,
and vocalizing wade
ding thru one book after another
while tape recorder thru brickbats un afraid.
an ambivalent flashback now occurs
upon forcing mine ears to hear voice
of yours truly, and tis not arrogance,
haughtiness, nor orneriness, but aye rejoice
perfecting good riddance to figurative
thorn in muss hide by choice.
