Maleware stikes Matthew...

Scott Harris with a serious,
(albeit invisible) wham
(bam thank you ma'am)
with the equivalent force
of a speeding tram
thus setting in motion a frightful qualm
forcing me to an experience on par
with being a soldier of misfortune in nam
(reliving the horror courtesy fierce battle -
post traumatic stress disorder)
although never in war,
I got a lifetime of battle scars
countless occasions after my little gun did jam,
(at the most inopportune times),
which palm reader desperately sought out,
she quickly intimated
an unavoidable slew
of rampaging mental health issues
would occur after getting
cocked and hitched,
and she even foretold
of the future unavoidable calamities
written plain as day visited as genogram
when an innocent lad
claiming one male offspring,
the not so prodigal son,
would become stoppered up like a dam,
and a tele-health scheduled for tomorrow
(due to a touch of Covid-19 -
supplemented with nausea
and violent coughing),
thus he needs appointment to be cancelled,
since he cannot talk while hacking away,
hence the essential reason,.
I write and send electronic aerogram.
Punishment doled out
courtesy the fickle finger of fate award
warranted as deserved
in direct proportion
to my just desserts, I now das pies
and when ice cream - nobody will sally forth
knowing how philandering
wrecked marriage as crash test dummy
and though forgiveness
from the wife voluntarily forthcoming,
I still felt unbridled anger
regarding the figurative undercuts
(many verbal tongue lashings
on par with being served with aplomb
(no matter she went bananas)
nevertheless, I incorporate
the following song title Fiona Apple
"The Idler Wheel Is Wiser
Than the Driver of the Screw
and Whipping Cords
Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do".

Unbeknownst to yours truly
while adultery adopted
as mine modus operandi,
and certainly blind
to the emotional fallout
unintentionally inflicted
on our precious post pubescent progeny,
but belated relational compensation
also found this then
forty something young man
able, eager, ready and willing
to redress forsaken explorations
with females involving healthy
pre/post adolescent experiences,
(no matter troth pledged),
hence to the
personal classified advertisements
these roving eyes of mine roamed,
and Craigslist postings
for libidinal liberation
became a favorite website to visit,
which sexual fantasies
I surreptitiously ventured
to bring to fruition
(ideally an animalistic,
culturalistic, holistic, sexualistic, et cetera
to be fruitful and multiply)
and inquisitiveness awoke
to craft atypically
innovative worded poetic objectives,
generating results, I hoped to attract
preferential type of women,
who would be compatible.