Betrayal (guilty as charged)...

within mine marriage,
and all the ramifications
that happen therefrom
courtesy the social media platform
of Facebook Messenger,
wherein those subscribing
to an orthodox dogma
may consider said website infernal
(even more despicable
then once upon a time
Old Rotten Gotham
sliding down into the behavioral sink),
where sirens wail their plaintive call
seductively luring and captivating
(courtesy their cam girl schtick)
yours truly just another netizen,
(albeit a married Caucasian fellow)
merely seeking platonic relationship,
but nevertheless drawn
into placid tranquil Elysian fields
compliments of ambrosian aphrodisiac.

Impossible mission to consummate
illicit liaison with female(s)
young enough to be my daughter
unless I rent asunder vouchsafed bonds,
when troth got pledged,
(nearly spanning my half-life ago)
inconsolably bawling
for the first year of mein kampf
after exiting the birth canal
as a scrawny newborn sixty six years ago
January thirteenth
two thousand and twenty five.

Shame on me flaunting availability, carnality,
faux fidelity, juvenility,
obtainability, and unmorality
linkedin to unmet socialization
when a pubescent lad
essentially stunting healthy development
of body, mind and spirit,
while writhing with psychological agony
thwarting puberty every inch of the way
(because I wanted to remain a little boy),
hence no surprise self deprivation
of vital healthy biological development
witnessed devastating lifelong sabotage
undermining natural manifestation
of body, mind and spirit of life
from boyhood to manhood
recklessly endangering himself,
though he committed no crime per-se
starving himself to death
upended predestined kindled flux
about a dozen years prior,
when spermatozoa gamete
chanced to witness fertilization
nowadays primarily courtesy
breakthru technological wizardry
utilizing high-resolution microscopes
with specialized cameras used,
often in conjunction
with micromanipulation tools,
for procedures like ICSI
(intracytoplasmic morphology sperm injection)
and IMSI (Intracytoplasmic
Morphologically Selected Sperm Injection),
which reproductive medicine
giving hope to those
experiencing challenges conceiving offspring.
Unintentional quirk of circumstances
found me texting and sexting young women
compliments Facebook Messenger
after acknowledging receipt of friend requests
unbeknownst such
nonchalant click of the mouse
would usher temptation
of the verboten flesh
(off limits after yours truly
promised to uphold sacred vows
not quite thirty years ago),
I claim the lame excuse
to compensate for forsaken opportunities.

Analogous to someone starved
for one of Abraham Maslow's physiological needs
late childhood/early tween age hood
of mein kampf peppered
with absent necessary emotional,
physical, mental and spiritual growth,
which deprivation partially explains the reason
(without any rhyme or feathers) why the writer
of these words experiences giddiness
when veritable unknown females
(who congregate in cyberspace)
unwittingly boost my ego
paying me compliments
on my non-photogenic likenesses
or various and sundry autodidactic,
cryptic, dogmatic, fantastic, grammatic,
poetic nuggets of wisdom
from an altitudinarian, doctrinarian,
platitudinarian sexagenarian, and solitudinarian.