Ruing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live
The following poetic account
written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago,
while I (a socially withdrawn Homo Sapiens)
groveled along (on a secret Msn)
along boulevard of broken dreams,
whereby yours truly forced to eat crow
quite challenging cuz
wonky twittering angry birds
alive and well darting hither and yon to and fro
able, eager, ready, and willing
to gouge out the eyes of one common Joe.
