On Lacking Sticktoitiveness

Most of my Lix spittle existence
found me figuratively
(primarily academically) adrift,
and malfunctioning blinker
analogous to a boat with

out an ankh (caws
away) aimlessly bobbing -
and drowning akin
to a besotted drinker

just out of rest to be
rescued by Mister Rinker
sea ming lee without
any hook, line and sinker

despite being gifted with
an above average thinker
from without, where two
myopic ocular
orbs did winker.

All thru academia
just barely passing grades
metaphorically
suffered from anemia,

and at my nadir,
thy prepubescent psyche
plummeted lovely bones
into grave state,

sans anorexia minus bulimia
mental health also linkedin
shot thru through with
healthy dose of dysthymia

cap (tinned em man hint mettle)
kept awake with insomnia
peppering cerebral
cortex with monomania

buzzfeed ding somnambulant
zombified condition
with a burning
desire toward pyromania

nsync with unmanageable
raging (red dee
and bull lush) testosterone
spawning satyromania

the above particularly
accentuated, and cresting
with accursed
triskaidekaphobia

most agonizing, when
orbitz around Earth
demarcated ten plus
on a Friday the thirteenth,

hence death be not proud
sought after utopia
pleading, longing, and hooping
if I Willoughby
able to sprinkle
cremated ashes across Xenia.