especially Facebook, but also
Telegram and Zangi
courtesy going cold turkey
ideally after Thanksgiving
cause my psyche feels swollen
as well as my abdomen
analogous to the perky
yo men particularly
after a flood extricating myself
(as if sucked
into virtual mire and muck)
vis a vis when bombarded
with friend requests murky
(think lip smacking sound)
of being chewed to a pulp
and spit out ala beef jerky.

Most every conniving b*tch
applies tricks of the trade to bewitch
after squeezing every last cent
and getting ticked off by the hour
applying seduction as a timely ruse
(videlicet cleaning out my clock),
where all along she will resort
to get money for nothing
and aim to put
poor sucker into dire straits
dumps gullible guy into the ditch
wants to make
a figurative killing and enrich
themselves and will scratch out
affectionate appellations including
experiencing unrequited
love for yours truly
all the while claiming to be
penniless and homeless regarding
minor monetary and housing glitch
respectively (for a heart of fools gold)
and at long last
claiming she found
her knight in shining
(rather tarnished) armor
(the writer in the storm),
and feels, able, eager,
willing and ready to hitch
one's wagon to a star,
no matter their hidden agenda
absent any qualms to bleed me dry
to appease her itch
flagrantly flaunting, attesting
to become the mother 
of my future child
to jump my bones (er)
prostituting sight unseen to pitch
without batting an eye
and field of

the opening match of quidditch

subsequently she laughs
analogous to black widow
beating a path
all the way to the bank
without scruples

said vamp (ire)
didst skedaddle after
she got poised 
with a vengeance to strike.

All the stops pulled out, which allowed 
unrelenting red hot poker rage
to set afire smoldering 
electronic bytes bestowed

Imagine dragons cowed
by an implacable friend 
turned foe, disallowed
any chance of reconciliation, 
whose formerly sweet as sugar voice
hurled blackened barbs 
(that stung like being pelted 
with a BB-gun) endowed
laced with bitterness.

 

Even though I curbed my enthusiasm 
to facilitate adulterous 
heterosexual liaisons, 
a barrage of solicitations 
from random females, 
nevertheless still appear 
(within my emails)
to provide rendezvous 
upon midnight clear
courtesy flattering innuendos 
linkedin opportunistically 
rescuing me from marital discontent
and a libido that 
took a kamikaze nose dive,
(and contributed to experience celibacy)
mainly attributed 
to adverse side affects 
from one or more 
of the nine 
prescription medications 
needed to ameliorate 
once upon a time anxiety 
and panic attacks, 
dysthymia, obsessive 
compulsive disorder, 
and palmar hyperhidrosis, 
which rattled 
collective soul asylum of mine 
since conception eight hundred 
and twelve months ago.

As an extremely 
introverted little boy

upon the apron strings 
of me mum did cloy

mama's second born 
and singular male kiddo 
stood steadfast, no matter 
measure for measure

with a shaky spear 
at the ready to deploy
no success when he got older 
whether seeking gainful employment

as an Ungabluzen 
"schlemiel" did not enjoy
being the scapegoat, 
nor did he ever don the role
of Little Lord Fauntleroy,

nor did he experience 
how fortune did smile,

but languished whereat 
love's labor's lost

a common refrain,
where all's well
did not end well.