Re: Thank You to unknown tom, dick, harry, tam, dame, or dana from the MHS Class of 77, though this alum experiences public education within lower providence jurisdiction as a bum er - minimally partaking advantage of extra-curricular

Re: Thank You to unknown 
   tom, dick, harry, tam, dame, 
   or dana from the MHS Class of 77, 
   though this alum
experiences public education 
   within lower providence jurisdiction

as a bum
er - minimally partaking advantage 
   of extra-curricular, 
   collegiate, inter-mural, 
   et cetera opportunities, 

   no not even a figurative crum
well nigh convey an impression of being dumb
bull door, deaf, and blind (with out faith no more), 

   nor passing love notes from
some anonymous girl, who 
   (after leaving a teasing message 
   informed asper getting a smart haircut

   in ninth grade civics class 
   taught by Missus Comly 
   (do not quote me on my 
   power fully pointed excel lent spelling, 
   telling nothing, when out of desperation 
   I experience primal yelling)
this singular potential fledgling flirtation,
 
   the extent from student, 
   who appeared morose and rather glum
exposing such vulnerability to be hum
millie hated, and bullied relentlessly, 

   whereat i wish to be a little boy 
   comforted by me mum
since that option out of the question, 
   thus aye didst never meet Miss Mot Toe 
   (e plumbs e num), perhaps cuz eye whiz numb

body, mind and spirit triage as if inebriated by rum
imagining the fighting spirit within me to thumb
or rather "flip the bird" to those, 
   this then anxiety prone 

   metaphorically rolling stone
whose metaphorical diet of worms also included 
   eating picked over sun bleached 
   un beak coming road kill crow - how yum

me does that seem, but gnome hatter 
   how grossly said foul dish 
   spurred via carrion (an analogy 
   representing verbal taunting

   best left for hitch cocked birds) didst not appeal
not in the least did i give nasty brutes a "what for", 
twas fear of getting creamed, fricasseed, irradiated...

   sans to stand proud and tall 
   (all five and a half feet, but blunted maximum height 
   topped off just shy of seventy inches - 
   in reference to yours truly) against bullies

to this very day such emotional repercussions congeal
asper anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, panic..., 
   which physiological symptoms served psyche not to feel
and only of late (particularly with daily intake of about 
   a half doe zen pharmacological prescription medications
 
   do check and induce schizoid personality disorder 
   (the diagnosis encompassing, 
   the gamut mental health issues) to heel
akin to a well trained service dog, which fractured 

   psychological state i.e. garrison to pitch and toss 
   upon the precarious tipping point i.e. 
   surpassing the tipping point, 
   where thy body electric doth keel, 

which precarious state finds me socially awkward, 
   and off kilter, and maybe this chap 
   ought to take a page 
   from professional athletes playbook, 
   and take a knee qua to kneel 

hence this improvisational explanation 
   why yours truly felt discombobulated 
   to attend the recently held reunion, 
   now aye wanna axe something serious, and fur real,

which essentially constitutes whether 
   a current list of 1977 students, 
   who received their high school diploma 
   could be sent to me, whereby at least one alumni 
   could buffer end this contemplative, intuitive, 
   and pence eave bowl dish guttersnipe wannabe with zeal.

hie haint gonna hold ma breath, 
   neither let loose lips help miss ink moll itty bitty sinker agog
   nor wait fir any religious chief such as allah
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