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As an easy pushover and soft touch lamenting my demise


Vultures swooped overhead

and 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 pot bellied gut

and spindleshanks for legs
presenting a poor excuse
and laughing stock of Homo 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 Homo 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.

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