As an underdog given a short leash on life

alternately titled give one targeted scapegoat a break,
an unquenchable thirst for moolah before I wake
from nightmare of computer hackers.

I tread upon the oblate spheroid
along the edge of night glistening
like a blade runner wielding a knife.

Dark shadows hoover
from the outer limits of the twilight zone
illuminating one bisel mashugana naked ape
alienated and lost in space.

An invisible umbilical cord
tethers yours truly to planet earth,
whereat sorry excuse for a human
symbiotically uber twittering
exhibiting more information about me
than you dear reader wanted to know,
a nameless anonymous poet
pantomiming living social
linkedin to webbed wide world
a fool on the hill
analogous to buzzfeeding
as a prairie home companion wannabe
and poet of Perkiomen Valley,
who writes free verse
frequently bordering
(while housed in a noble barn)
glommed on the side of melancholy.

Now I take nine prescription medications
to keep in check anxiety, dysthymia,
obsessive/compulsive disorder,
and palmar hyperhidrosis
(excessive sweating of palms)
where baseline difficulty coping
with ordinary life demands
such as joining the woke
work a day world in general
signaling to those who begat me
to marvel at ingenuity of their sole son
evincing capability
to reap what he did sow
regarding maintaining
impressive curriculum vitae
versus his poor track record
peppered with barely
passing lousy grades
and reflecting deliberate intention to fail
aborting native potential
to succeed with flying colors
wishing scores of decades later
to retry and live vicariously
thru elements of style
exhibited by "star student"
the first born daughter
between himself and wife.

The married status of mine
one once upon a time mattress
(early in our
pre-marital months long honeymoon phase)
connubial bliss now fraught
with emotional and financial hardship,
and yours truly (me)
still afflicted with monetary woes
exacerbated courtesy
electronic highwayman/woman,
who virtually robbed and pillaged
my checking and savings accounts
(by hook and crook incorporating Zelle),
thus spurring a short spiel fostering
a Caucasian, sexgenarian,
and Unitarian Democrat
to please supplement
very meager cashed out resources of mine,
whose modus operandi to supplicate
with cents and sensibility,
and pride without prejudice
indicative of my modest demeanor.