As an underdog given a short leash on life

alternately titled give one targeted scapegoat a break,

an unquenchable thirst for moolah before I wake

from nightmare of computer hackers.

I tread upon the oblate spheroid

along the edge of night glistening

like a blade runner wielding a knife.

Dark shadows hoover

from the outer limits of the twilight zone

illuminating one bisel mashugana naked ape

alienated and lost in space.

An invisible umbilical cord

tethers yours truly to planet earth,

whereat sorry excuse for a human

symbiotically uber twittering

exhibiting more information about me

than you dear reader wanted to know,

a nameless anonymous poet

pantomiming living social

linkedin to webbed wide world

a fool on the hill

analogous to buzzfeeding

as a prairie home companion wannabe

and poet of Perkiomen Valley,

who writes free verse

frequently bordering

(while housed in a noble barn)

glommed on the side of melancholy.

Now I take nine prescription medications

to keep in check anxiety, dysthymia,

obsessive/compulsive disorder,

and palmar hyperhidrosis

(excessive sweating of palms)

where baseline difficulty coping

with ordinary life demands

such as joining the woke

work a day world in general

signaling to those who begat me

to marvel at ingenuity of their sole son

evincing capability

to reap what he did sow

regarding maintaining

impressive curriculum vitae

versus his poor track record

peppered with barely

passing lousy grades

and reflecting deliberate intention to fail

aborting native potential

to succeed with flying colors

wishing scores of decades later

to retry and live vicariously

thru elements of style

exhibited by "star student"

the first born daughter

between himself and wife.

The married status of mine

one once upon a time mattress

(early in our

pre-marital months long honeymoon phase)

connubial bliss now fraught

with emotional and financial hardship,

and yours truly (me)

still afflicted with monetary woes

exacerbated courtesy

electronic highwayman/woman,

who virtually robbed and pillaged

my checking and savings accounts

(by hook and crook incorporating Zelle),

thus spurring a short spiel fostering

a Caucasian, sexgenarian,

and Unitarian Democrat

to please supplement

very meager cashed out resources of mine,

whose modus operandi to supplicate

with cents and sensibility,

and pride without prejudice

indicative of my modest demeanor.