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The Buzzard
Within the common (all purpose room)
at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with plaintive cry
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors myopic eyes espy
alarmed at feeling trapped
akin to a wingless fly
tapping reserves of scape goat
coping techniques ingenuity,
which earned me moniker "fall guy"
where accursed cruel destined exit
from getting husked, issued
jagged lance like mandibles "hi
there unknown weekly reader", I
pray for super leftist
write hand man/woman to extricate
(via whipping up literary poetic fabrication),
then joining me to sing jai
(let victory prevail against killer odds)
perhaps summoning division
of British shiver rights phalanx,
hood reply with Hackneyed "oh kai"
springing surprise rescue,
sans swooping inside
this hermetically faux prison,
where Matthew Scott Harris doth lie,
yet realistic to accept my
demise without putting up
a good fight well nigh
but... if luck finds thee plucking this bard
(out maws of death) be treated to custom
ye will be rewarded with pie
ala mode enjoying a Quai
yet moment...yeah...fading hope...sigh!
at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with plaintive cry
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors myopic eyes espy
alarmed at feeling trapped
akin to a wingless fly
tapping reserves of scape goat
coping techniques ingenuity,
which earned me moniker "fall guy"
where accursed cruel destined exit
from getting husked, issued
jagged lance like mandibles "hi
there unknown weekly reader", I
pray for super leftist
write hand man/woman to extricate
(via whipping up literary poetic fabrication),
then joining me to sing jai
(let victory prevail against killer odds)
perhaps summoning division
of British shiver rights phalanx,
hood reply with Hackneyed "oh kai"
springing surprise rescue,
sans swooping inside
this hermetically faux prison,
where Matthew Scott Harris doth lie,
yet realistic to accept my
demise without putting up
a good fight well nigh
but... if luck finds thee plucking this bard
(out maws of death) be treated to custom
ye will be rewarded with pie
ala mode enjoying a Quai
yet moment...yeah...fading hope...sigh!
Published 20th May 2018
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20th May 2018 00:31am
21st May 2018 4:13am
this very loose analogy (the buzzard) primarily strove to point virtual index finger and poke fun of one rather two faced (or maybe three, four, five...) elderly female resident here at highland manor apartments - nestled in the industrial roiling (once verdant rolling country) with schwenksville, pennsylvania.
what began as a expressing aversion to caustic growling leveled toward thee missus (i.e. thine spouse, who can be crude, fiery, impolite...) earned the wrath of said "buzzard."
the child re: boy within me found fabrication to sprinkle the epistle with humor, though no reeder could possess any wherewithal per the very private tongue in beak humor.
so...essential the intent to sublimate displeasure with such petty nit pickling (as a dill lush us talk behind figurative backs of others, the favorite rather juvenile ploy residents liberally lard out like kids at a playground during recess) found prefabrication more palatable versus writing blunt, execrable, hateful...comments.
tangential to the rabid dislike of thee wife (exhibited by the acerbic, callous ejaculations muttered under the breath regarding thee supposed buzzard - who this being crucial - took me under her wing as a go between.
i dislike serving as a spokesman for another, especially poignant when navigating thru post pubescence. as a emotionally very withdrawn younger person, there evolved palpable tension between myself (circa young adulthood), and thine now octogenarian widower papa.
the tension wrought misery betwixt both living parents (then), which only now - decades later challenges more verbalization to thee father, who essentially never experienced any relationship with this only male heir.
please write again, and share about yourself if comfort and interest prevail.
adieu...matthew scott harris
one screen name of mine (which does necessitate ye informing this stranger) = duyeer93@aol.com
what began as a expressing aversion to caustic growling leveled toward thee missus (i.e. thine spouse, who can be crude, fiery, impolite...) earned the wrath of said "buzzard."
the child re: boy within me found fabrication to sprinkle the epistle with humor, though no reeder could possess any wherewithal per the very private tongue in beak humor.
so...essential the intent to sublimate displeasure with such petty nit pickling (as a dill lush us talk behind figurative backs of others, the favorite rather juvenile ploy residents liberally lard out like kids at a playground during recess) found prefabrication more palatable versus writing blunt, execrable, hateful...comments.
tangential to the rabid dislike of thee wife (exhibited by the acerbic, callous ejaculations muttered under the breath regarding thee supposed buzzard - who this being crucial - took me under her wing as a go between.
i dislike serving as a spokesman for another, especially poignant when navigating thru post pubescence. as a emotionally very withdrawn younger person, there evolved palpable tension between myself (circa young adulthood), and thine now octogenarian widower papa.
the tension wrought misery betwixt both living parents (then), which only now - decades later challenges more verbalization to thee father, who essentially never experienced any relationship with this only male heir.
please write again, and share about yourself if comfort and interest prevail.
adieu...matthew scott harris
one screen name of mine (which does necessitate ye informing this stranger) = duyeer93@aol.com
22nd May 2018 4:41pm
