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Genuine Apologia Bequeathed...

Genuine Apologia Bequeathed...

Kickstarting Expungement Father Incurred

Within a sea of futility aye wallow
riptides exemplifies sorrows
drowning me into undertow
bitter aftertaste hogties ability
to make headway, and shuck off tow

warring internal strife at this stage
of my life mein kampf,
a failed one man show
so many instances, I didst wade
into abortive oarless row

well nigh impossible to affect
equitable fair family status quo,
nonetheless an opportunity to wax po'
whet tick, sans saturated
noggin of this primate

doth horrendously overflow
wing with yesterday's
defiant spite gives no
mercy now as looming grim reaper
ready to scythe,

and unforgivingly mow
soul of this sole sun,
doth somberly bell low
mine hounded conscience
comeuppance in the know

suctioning all oxygen vacuums
the being of this generic joe
king pawn's ability
to breathe with every inflow
and exhalation of air analogous

to tsunami of sentiments
blindsiding every hello
jaggedly relentlessly shearing,
punishing, and cleaving
nocturnally visible dayglow

mine conscience rip
snorting to and fro
upon psyches of
parents, siblings emo
ting tender loving

care, and in exchange
courtesy of this (doughless) bro
two sisters, (who twisted
with frustration), decades ago
grown daughters and self!

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