Hard Nut To Crack

When just a little boy inured to bodily harm
I stuck a bean inside my button nose
which caused parental fright and alarm
yielded putrid odor like weeks old
black pearl jam stuck between toes

Foul fumes a nauseating offal stench
detected by mere fluke
from mister good wrench pinpointed ache’n to a nostril nestled nuke
putrid source where one would puke

Necessitating facemask to approach decomposing nut size bean
inducing outcome those approaching offal odor to pass out
the most stalwart practiced die macho men turned green
in addition special ops military forces confessed doubt
to accomplish mission challenged from enemy unseen

Pitting me in danger sans slowly germinating seed
sprouted full size plant roots into cerebral fertile gray matter
forcing motley crue to brood at this unusual impasse – no lies
which outcome found me akin to a mad hatter
lest quick fix for someone with a knack with moody blue eyes

I bet ye will never guess who came to my rescue
immediately rid me of near fatality, this threat he slew
while clergy waited with family held breath against noxious p u
worse smelling than buffalo chips or
when poop from bovine goes moo
embedded flak eliminated threat
to this atheistic kid…er a very reformed Jew
with delicate application of tweezers across room bean flew
Dunning torpedo ricocheting off head of doctor George Andrew.

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çhåråc†e® ske†çh øƒ m円hew sçø†† hå®®is! ™Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate Glowering inxs of deep purple from blue mood being irate Thrust out the womb of Harriet Harris whom Boyce did date After courting this youngest Kuritsky kin whose ill-fate Whisked by grim reaper, which demise she did hate For her being imbued with vim and vinegar til illness ate Away her je nais sais quois personable maternal trait Evident during my boyhood reflected by her son of late As he too inches closer to his mortality and Hades gate Aware that each day ought to be cherished as the rate Of time courses down zip line where grim reaper does wait Attired in brand name hoodie swinging scythe across oblate Spheroid i.e. terrestrial firmament – though years some great Yet to be lived – trying to re cap cha childhood bliss b4 freight Train on a collision course toward self-destruction ala tete a tete With Anorexia Nervosa as thy then coveted deadly mate A brutal hellish spiral down in2 abysmal depths of despair did create Indelible psychological affects undermined existence I now equate writ horrendous emotional, physical n social gouge within pate Pledged troth ('bout 2+ decades ago), which spouse oft times berate For lack of expressed concern and attests schizoid psychic slate irrevocably seared and stunted natural development where I rate prepubescent, early adulthood mental illness did grate Against once boisterously playful innocent boy crushed potentate Only male heir from me deceased mother who tried to extirpate Mailer daemons who forged suicide pact and via voice did dictate Albeit without success, yet decry forsaken innate Experiences with female relationships off viz poisoned bait!
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