One’s struggle to understand themselves.
In a questionable place,
Ill at ease with recent proceedings,
Wigged out more often than George Washington,
Stanching with impunity the masking agent of complacency,
While at the same time too unfocused to complete any one particular assignment
Paroxysms of disorientation commences,
Levying a climate of capriciousness upon his person
Obstreperous conditions a constant companion,
Dressed as a widow(er), selling a comfortable sort,
Slick, flamboyant, yet careless with memory,
The ability of diagnosing the travails of a busy mind continues to corrode personal clarification
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