The Joy of Bing cross bee Skits zoid stings

my aging gnarly fingers typed of their own accord, a titanic totally tubularly trumpeting tumult
describing the subjection at the receiving end of the bully pulpit. no shortage of material to draw
vis a vis plumbing the depths of me charged psyche, though these days the small cocktail of medications
does wonders. they bred the angst riddled psyche to a lesser degree of despair.

b4 diving in2 thee quiz
i moost write to thee miz 
how gorgeous yar profile iz
2me - a generic guy - hiz
heart beats fast - as if he performs per show biz.
u r an especially attractive gal to me
this papa, who senses the priceless jewel per thee.
greetings from one who - sheepishly doth admit 2 ewe viz
to write about myself in the third person plural re: his
n ma home blessed app poll o gee if if yar neurons frizz
pertaining to =>
The Joy of Bing cross bee Skits zoid stings 
When just a whippersnapper of a little boy
Me late mum and octogenarian pop agreed
For doctor removal of my adenoid
Less to prevent their only son from being coy
Than fear of said male heir to the Harris throne
Becoming an android
A less than agreeable likelihood, especially
In tandem with predilection of goy
This fateful outcome unfazed this now 
nada green behind the corn e yas, nor ham aye ah giant,
Not the least bit annoyed
As captain crunch (before childhood end)
Beckoned yours truly with “A HOY”
Horrified that my parents would be so blithe
To steer their son clear to avoid
Psychotic outcome to deliver obliviousness
And thus bring inner joy
So, they sent their peculiar male progeny
Believing he to be Pink Floyd
Who found himself evicted desperately
And in sore need of gainful m ploy
So he began his therapy
In the orifice er office of Sigmund Freud
Who bore a striking resemblance
To a wooden pecked prickly shaped toy
This mental analysis delved into past – outcome
I felt less than overjoyed
Despite boss be addressed
As Oedipus wrecks and pay verbal homage that did cloy
Dredging layered past devoid
Of love, yet
Flush with fallacious prevaricated abuse
From mister Lloyd Lavinsky,
A male lore demon of a grade school bully
forsooth n guttersnipe mine sanity he destroyed.

The Joy of Bing cross bee Skits zoid stings

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