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Intimations Of My Late Mother As A Bachelorette

Intimations Of My Late Mother As A Bachelorette

Attempt to shine
flickering figurative klieg light
with the help of hyperbole
on poverty wrought

debutante material, this predicated
on my own unbiased thought
initially related during
my early boyhood,

how many countless
bachelor beaus sought
to pledge their troth,
who hailed (strictly
for purposes of this poem)
from Pennsauken,
Perth Amboy, Penobscot,

but thee essential truth ought
to be gleaned (lodged
as like some precious gem
within geode, qua Harriet Kuritsky,
who oft times recounted her
personal anecdotal information)

underlying veritable truth, I allude
means to underscore
how thine late mum
as the "baby" of her family

wore mantle of exclusive favoritism,
sans donning beautiful clothes
perfectly cared for,
coiffed, and curled hair

(think Shirley Temple)
as her older sisters brewed
festered, and steeped with jealousy,
asper me mother receiving
lion's share of blatant favoritism
all the while said long since
deceased maternal aunts got exclude

did from requisite
(shut heard textbook case) maternal love,
hence within their cerebral hood
incubated, evolved, and flourished
emotional disease affliction
with changeable mood

and thee Aunt Ruth oblivious,
while pacing hallway in the nude
whereat verbally abuse sent
both aunts to mental institution
insanity didst the
ultimate discordant prelude

resulting viz lifetime
of baleful, hateful, shameful,
and worthless venom got spewed,
hence no surprise
rabid mailer daemons
courted, thus psychosis easily wooed.

 

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