Poem -

Strike While The Iron Is Hot

Strike While The Iron Is Hot

Cuz while ya steel got
moxie, don't nix chance if only a dot
before death finds
flesh rotting alot.

A self-actualized fringe benefit
as I racked up
orbitz round sun -
with increased measured,

(albeit neglected) ragged, and
shot thru tattered (turn shroud) -
regarding chronological yardage
brought to my dimming wattage -

sputtering third eye blind, sans
hindsight surveying extensive
emotionally frenzied groveling with
a lifetime penitential wreckage,

whence urgent critical (update)
foisted upon formerly entrenched
hermetically sealed voyage -
sequestered self wrought fallout,

viz long stretches of
time irretrievably gone with the wind
found me averse toward
commingling with village -

peopled within sin king
precincts of Lake Woebegone
joyus kneaded livingsocial
natives, now visa

vis (nee this past
and present atheist)
discovered the healing power
of powder milk biscuits,

when accommodated within Norwegian
bachelor farmer vicarage),
qua pained obligation now
imposed kickstarted mandate

to pay dying wage
clearly written along,
the sub weighted psyche walls
(over time) easily read

across my wrinkled visage,
where former cumulative
years of existence
pitched yours truly

figuratively teetering upon
precipice of abyss gave vantage
written in telltale creases
countenance spelling umbrage,

against me - asper tonnage
schlepping psychological Matthew
Scott Harris "baggage,"
wrought from decades

worth of uncultivated tillage
cuz n'er did I gather rosebuds...
during prime mortal teenage
stretch, thus present

day agonizing suffrage
yawning chasm miserably houses
bleak (Dickensian) testimony,
sans recovered anorexic

(NO...NOT... NEVER
bulimic), but feebly
endured desultory stage
punctuated quasi (moat)

towed riddled rattle trap ship
of state into deadly scrimmage
defies propped up
moxie succombing unrelenting

weathering, unforgiving savage
nasty, brutal and short sabotage,
wherein futile - short
changed growh opportunities

forfeited developmental stage
opportunities introverted
vehemence doth rage.

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